The Sun Queen -- Part One~~THE SUN QUEEN~~PART ONEThe wind howled. It clawed and bit and snarled in her ears, razor-talon wisps attempting to slash apart her cloak. She had been forced from her horse what felt like a forever ago. Not that a horse would find more progress than she through the dunes; the drifts were too deep for all steeds but the most fleet-footed desert mounts. Din, she thought. How could a land of sun and heat and thirst be so cold?A solitary tear slid down her ivory cheek before she could stop herself. No, she reminded herself. This is a land of parch. Every drop of that is precious. Your canteen is gone, and that is bad enough.But she could not stop herself. Through the dust hood, she reached and ran a hand through her hair in her customary way, a way that she had tried to train out of herself by nearly five years of diplomatic training. But her hand flinched as it met an absence. Something was not there. Something was missing. A something she had worn from h
Iron HeartThe road becomes my brideI have stripped of all but prideSo in her I do confideAnd she keeps me satisfiedGives me all I needAnd with dust in throat I craveOnly knowledge will I saveTo the game you stay a slaveRoamer, wandererNomad, vagabondCall me what you willBut I'll take my time anywhereFree to speak my mind anywhereAnd I'll redefine anywhereAnywhere I roamWhere I lay my head is home–Metallica: Wherever I May RoamIRON HEARTA lone man shrouded by a cloak with a large hood hiding his face sat by a fire-light deep in the woods of Regulus, near the city, just northeast of the training grounds upon a cliff of sorts, over viewing the forest and giving a barring on the sky. His cold sea-blue eyes watched the flickering flame dance around, spreading its warmth in all directions the light reached.No feature of the man was visible, the cloak hid his entire form. The only thing that could be seen was a sword hilt sticking up from behind his left shoulder.
seven is lucky, eight is infinitysuddenly all the pizza grease songsare about you. allof my intrinsic, righteous habitsare a closed off vesselof God’s deduction of you. seveneighths of my dayare earned and spent by thefraction, misusingmy imagination over your silence.dear stranger,you have stumbled on to a path notdestined for you to take. youare turning circular tables, neverchanging, do you notsee the irony in that?i imagine you walkingmy unfamiliar, light-devoidroad of the void in my experienceas a human being. you see, i am stillsuckling and gigglinghalf-God at the idiots in weed schooland mediocrity is my forte, i’vebeen told; i know only,how to walk the earth lightly, hownever to hint at your dismissaland existential uprooting.i am a door creak so quiet you don’t even move in your bodyhigh. her sighing wakes you up; in her armsi imagine you feelingthinner and so,so naked, just like me shell-shocking youwith my acute, unbeardedwisdom.you deserve a poem, you need
Contest! Draw Sophie and get a MH Drawing!What is this contest about?:Draw my doll Sophie you can draw her chibi, realistic or in your own style, but her face must be always visible and you must draw her joints. She is a doll, I wouldn't like her to look like she wasn't. This means you MUST draw her joints, but you can draw her with any expression, like if she was alive.You can draw her with the clothes she has in the photos or even design your own clothes for her, so you have total freedom about it.how many drawings can I do for this contest?:As many as you want without limit, as long as they are 100% original and finished (full colored). No work in progress, no drawings in striped paper.Traditional or digital?:Both are acceptedPlease, be original:Don't steal other people's drawings, don't use bases, and please, don't just copy a photo T_TYou may use a photo as a reference, but don't traze it.If you do, you will be kicked out from the co
Monday Morning (I Know)It was mentioned casuallyat the breakfast table:“A boy from schoolcommitted suicide last night.Did you know him?”Yes.I know the waythe night sky wrapped itselfaround his shouldersand ripped itself away,and how to him, light-yearswere a measure of timeand not of distance.I know that darknesswas darker for him,and that light wasalways too bright.I know that smiling was painfulin all seventeen muscles,and that it was a reliefto cry.I know that he carriedthe depression on his shoulders,and that he spent half the dayhiding it away from everyone,and the other halfwishing somebody would notice.I know that he was the best actor,and that everyone believedthat his eyes sparkled from happinessand not from tears.I know that he was so good,he never had to lie and say“I’m fine,” becausenobody ever asked.I also know that today, the hallswill echo with silenceand the occasional small cry,courtesy of the peoplewho never really knew hi
Capgras delusionI read about people whosebrains one daydecide a lover's eyes aretoo right framed by a voiceand touch like soft fur inyour lap, on your faceand remembered you drinkingmy bathwaterbefore you crawledin on me, abuses soakingand matting down aroundyour lap, above your face.I remembered that first timeyou had me just leaveit for you and I heard youdunking your head in lukewarm,filmy stranger. You sat besideme later, dripping tears maybe toyour lap, from your faceand as the drain was pulled, there was mestill clipping nails, leaving them outfor you with milk and old hairs fromthe pillow, your eyes' light straying oftento my lap, but not my face.