Sinking into the blind as night sets in slowly, over our
Hallowed range of grass, patch of wet, dewy green turned black.
Air turned cool tangles through us as fires die,
Down sinks the clouds that are painted pink and blazing.
Old and breathless, they fall to feathered sleep.
Wind rises, Night opens amber eyes to the darkness
Everlasting, the tiger, eyes shining, moon rising
Day is over, Night opens shrouded wings to the heights
Gazing upward there are stars, as shattered jewels in dreams
Littering the expanse of obsidian reflection
Over bridges of water we peel open worlds like paneled glass
Rendering flesh unhindered, to the wild
Memory
There are holes in my brain.
Or maybe spots, I will never know. They say there are nine more chambers unopened in our minds. We can only reach the tenth.
Or am I subtracting wrong?
And what was Anton's Key about, where the brain keeps growing and outgrowing its legs and then bursts out and dies? How far can we push until we explode?
Look through the holes. They are like Swiss cheese. Look at the spots.
There are so many spots.
And more, and more, and more
Bacteria make my backbone shiver
Nerve impulse
Blue lightning
It's a white vignette from Photoshop. Select an area. Zoom in.
Ctrl + Ctrl+ Ctrl+ Ctrl+
Summer in China.
Manqué
I drew a man
He was small, his eyes were dark, because they were hidden by long bangs
Grown to darken the eyes, meant to be that way
But I made him look up
And he did, the slender arch of his neck
Drawn taunt with two lines, a crescent, and a collarbone
Bent back to force the pointed jaw to tilt
A thin man
I drew the dark red brows, and on a second thought
Drew them edged upward towards the sun, because he squinted
Having not faced that light in years
Two, no, three loops, unconnected as the pupil, shaded on the outside in jeweled lines made the eyes, in pain
Resplendent in their own blind reflection
Like the moon
Like m
Favourite genre of music: Classical Operating System: Windows Vista Favourite cartoon character: Himura Kenshin Personal Quote: stolen from Mary: "Go back to your miserable little hole" to a Hobbit
Time to leave high school behind. Not that I've improved much, since I haven't been drawing at all, but my new account is here:
http://reynaile.deviantart.com/
I was sorting through some files online and I can't help but wince at all the old stupid things I've done, including creating a name like tzm. I honestly have no idea what it stands for. After spending valuable AP credit on Shaiya for 5 name change stones on one character, I think I deserve to change my mind after what, 5 years? Thank goodness I stopped playing MMOs for the sake of MCATs.
I'll probably start a new account. The Labyrinth fan stuff I'm working on is too racy to post with my child-works here anyways. Eheheheh *cough*. I am so glad I've got no scanner access in London at the moment, because it gives me enough time to look back a
I wanted to start over on a new page. Looking back at this DA account I see all the stuff I did as a kid in high school, and I hope that I can start to produce something altogether new. People have blossomed over the past year and my creative drive was eaten alive and left in a pile of refuse over the past year in college...but I hope I can make a comeback, armed with my several-years-old-but-new-for-me Wacom tablet, and with very little time this summer but just enough to make me believe I can accomplish something.
So. Please ignore whatever I said or did before, and pray that I can live up to my promise of creating something better and tru
taking a break from deviant...Magic duel is taking over my life urk but it has great graphics! Check it out: my profile is [link] with 2 pictures for fun. If you ever want to register to try the game use this url [link] (because I'm shameless in recruiting adepts