|These are the colorings other artists have done using my linearts|
|I would like to by a large print of a picture that I took at the rescue so I can donate it to them. I would really appreciate it if you helped me achieve this goal Any little bit would help.|
any donations will get a journal feature
|Hello! I draw traditionally as a hobby, dabble in some photography (though I'm not that good yet ), and do some crafts (beading and papercraft). Feel free to ask if you have any questions!|
-In the endless tranquil forest,WordOfChen
Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,
I smile; at peace with the world,
As your corpse smiles back at me...
Stop loving and start thinkingShe was practical.TheStoyTeller
A complex algorithm,
set in her patterns and equations.
She was framed in powerful numerical
overtures, filled in with alphabetical
components and partners.
She needed a mathematician.
One who could figure her out.
solve her, and leave her undone.
Not a poet,
not one who would ponder how
she contained the ocean in her eyes,
not one who would wonder
and awe at the symmetry in her movements.
She needed a confident,
a brain, not a heart,
Indigoyour denim stuck to old cd'sTheStoyTeller
and mix-tapes that you found
under the bed of threadbare marriages.
you knew you would live the world,
see ocean's that would take you home
smell the air perfumed with the skies breath
but you would not love.
not darkly as the ones before you did.
you kept that denim to yourself.
you listened to the walls
in the loneliness of your room
and unafraid of solitude.
punching mirrors, punching yourself,the wheels on the bike that I got you for ChristmasTheStoyTeller
shook hands forever with the blacktop.
if you told me you were a rocket,
I'd have believed you,
looking into the stellar gold of the skies,
sleeping nights at airports just waiting.
and when I got that letter
that was really meant for the moon,
I knew some day we would have to die.
but until then I bathed myself in concrete,
so you could find me because you're always looking down
and no I'm not a penny,
but I have your backpack that you hung on the limbs
of dead knees and trees, and noose craned necks.
no, you're not a killer and I believed you,
you were just a bully and you ran away
I bet you were just tired of beating yourself up