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Ask the Artist interviewAsk the Artist interview7 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with `loish
10/28/2012
~MemoiresDuneFille asks "Loish, what inspired you to become an artist?"
I can't say that anything specific really inspired me. It was more a natural progression. I have been drawing since I was very young and honestly do not remember when I even started doing it, but I do remember always enjoying it and seeing it as my 'talent' throughout elementary and middle school. By the time I had to make a career choice in high school, I decided to do pursue it professionally because I just couldn't stand dividing my time between schoolwork and making my personal drawings. It was torture! So I felt I had to do it in
Arman and the Flaming DragonIt was the fortieth year in the reign of King Delnadio. His royal graciousness saw fit to hold a most exquisite banquet in honor of this landmark occasion, inviting all in his kingdom be they commoner, noble, or other to attend.Arman and the Flaming Dragon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Other, you ask? That’d be my kind. You know, the ones that keep the noble life worth living. The ones behind the scenes. Or rather, behind your chair with a knife.
Anyway, there was the banquet. Everyone far and wide came to the great halls of the castle to partake in the merriment. The privileged few of the higher classes showed up in their carriages and whatnot, dressed as sharply as they dared, although most
Sempiternal AddictionI tried to rise a phoenix up from the ashes,Sempiternal Addiction4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but all I gathered were my burnt up matches.
I see the world through sick green eyes,
and I'm ready to die, oh, believe me,
I'm ready to die.
I'm becoming your despised icon,
for it is I who you despise.
Never forgetting all of the faith I've found,
whether I'm buried, or if I drown.
I can't forget the colour of your hair,
now bright, but it used to be brown.
And long story short, I
slept on the floor because I didn't
want to smell you on my sheets,
and long story short, maybe I just
won't sleep because I still see you
in my dreams.
I heard on the radio onc
before you leave againbefore you leave again,before you leave again4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you should know that
I have counted every star
since you last
left.
before you leave again,
I want you to take
another part of me
that I'll never see
again.
before you leave again,
you should know that
every cup of coffee
is ruined by
tears.
before you leave again,
you should know that
one day, I'll stop
counting the stars.
that
one day, I'll run out of
parts for you to take.
and that
I'll keep drinking coffee
remembering all those times
when you walked past me
as if I weremerely a ghost.
Cynosure ClosureI wish the weather happened like it feels between us, because this morning is only a little warm and clear - yet beneath it we are standing on a dirt path and in my mind our skin is paralyzed by flakes of snow - they belong there, somehow, but the atmosphere has never synced with me; not by a long shot, not even by a taller glass of the same.Cynosure Closure4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't feel bad for me, because I think you know about how much I love the cold; I don't mind all your words catching up in my eyelashes and melting down my cheeks, because that's all they are for now; later the freeze might set into my bones, leaving me shaky and frail for too long of an evening but it'
The Final ActRemember when things were simple?The Final Act5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember when we had nothing to hide?
I used to care, but bittersweet
poison has taken over inside.
Oh, I made the same mistake as before,
and I can't look at you the same again,
we can't go back, not anymore.
Giving up,
it kills you inside.
It's the burning chill of the rain,
ripping and tearing every vein,
and just know, when you're
bleeding and hopeless, the
smile on her face brings you
back again, into yet another
cycle of this sad little game of
cat and mouse,
a poker match,
where I have a pair and
she holds the full house.
There's no guilt, you know,
that I can explain to you,
in
Southern UproarEvery storm runs out of rain.Southern Uproar5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every smile fades away.
It hurts a little,
but I'll be fine.
I'm just distraught,
because I can't keep
a smile from fading
with time.
Long past the days of
being composed of stardust,
our insides start to rot,
our hearts start to rust.
It is never safe to believe,
it was never safe to trust.
I'm just distraught,
my throat clutched in a knot,
my heart is staked,
my blood is starting to clot.
Maybe it's time that I should just let go.
SaltwaterI have tilted the table of all that you know. The glasses and dishes are shattering and spilling, and we only stop and stare at one another as the end falls around us - I ask you to speak, I ask you to scream, I ask you to cry, yet you stay silent.Saltwater6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are the warmest statue I have ever known.
I could pass my fingers over your lips and feel them still, the ghost of a smile or a frown and phantom breath escaping, and I want to paint you with gold.
I want to bring you into the world and tell it to love you, because you are too unassuming to ask and they cannot love you in your family's gallery; it's in the sea-garden, the fronds reaching aro
PharmaceuticalsIn her glass coffin,Pharmaceuticals6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she's coughing up blood.
She's an angel on display,
but she doesn't belong.
I saw her once (at the pharmacy) buying drugs.
I think they might keep her sane.
She's an angel on Earth,
lying her way into heaven.
In her own eyes,
she's a starving child in Manhattan,
killing herself, so far from home.
She has a burnt-out heart of coal,
and her eyes are just diamonds that never came out of the rough.
She was the only one foolish enough to laugh at God,
even when she was starving and cold.
Her face etched in misery,
and her ambitions made out of bronze instead of gold.
Only YouI'm writing this,Only You8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to let you know,
I may break down,
but I'll never let go.
You see me as a mirror of a loving soul,
but I'm only shards of a once beautiful reflection.
What stories,
what stories I have of misery and regret.
I heard stars cry,
let me tell you,
I heard stars cry as they burn up in space,
as they slowly die.
I hope and plead all I might,
but at the end of the day,
I swear we'll always be alright.
Wanderer's LamentI often been askedWanderer's Lament1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have I ever seen the world
To which, without fail, I always reply
I have seen many things
I have seen many things
I have seen all the towns
And found nothing new
I have seen stars in the sky
As they withered and died
I have seen many things
I have witnessed the fall
Of forests so great
And watched oceans take over
The rivers and lakes
I have seen many things
I have sat upon hilltops
And watched the world sleep
I have climbed upon mountains
To see life wither in defeat
Oh, I have seen so many things
But I have never seen the world
Hall of the Mountain KingAtop the highest hills of goldHall of the Mountain King1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the coldest lands of old
Lies the halls of ancient kings
Where my heart will surely sing
Slowly I soon found my price
Knowing not to roll the dice
Treasure surrounded my greatest pleasure
I lay in wealth of greatest measure
I filled my hands and drank my youth
Dancing in the truth
Until, my luck had trickled down
Into the hard, golden mound
From the chambers a beast arose
Death melodic in its pose
My soul escaped from my heart
And my escape did start
Faster than the speeding lark
Louder did the great beast bark
Till I found the suns domain
Never will I feel the same
After my escape from th
BeginningsAs I stared into the skyBeginnings1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw a trembled sight
A city floating through the heavens
Flying through the night
That is when I knew
I would someday leave this place
And set on hardship's task
A trail of moving grace
As I began my steps
I kept the star in mind
I soon journeyed foot by foot
To the world I hoped to find
Winds of HeavenCold hard distant lightsWinds of Heaven2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glaring from the future
White sterilised
Chemicals burn
Fires in pools of
A wasteland unrecognised.
All the people that believed
– Silenced taken away
The rest left to
Cower from their own personal hell
That attacks their minds.
Blink once, you're dead.
Blink twice for a second chance
Look my way
See your agony.
Eyes dull
Lifeless as dust
All remnants of life
Swept away
By the winds of Heaven.
Fallen KingPlace his head upon the stone.Fallen King4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bless his body, mind, and throne.
May his death be not in vain.
And everlong his kingdom reign.
As his people gather around.
Tear drops fall, they shake the ground.
They send him off for one last quest.
In the land of his fore fathers,
for one last rest.
But from the ashes of sorrow, grow.
A new king they soon shall show.
Behold! The son of the fallen one.
Now with heavy heart and shining crown.
Evermore his heart will frown.
And now a vow from this day.
His father's memory won't fade away.
He'll lead them on to what fate may bring.
May he never be a fallen King.
Night and DayI love them both, I may surmise.Night and Day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It may not be a big surprise.
Love is like a sunny day, birds
are singing, flowers in May.
Love is like a moonlit night.
Stars are shining with all their might.
Crickets play a concerto of sleep.
A lullaby, for rest is sweet.
Loose Lips Sink ShipsSomeLoose Lips Sink Ships4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
people
need
to
leave,
Can't just that?
you accept
Lost father,
lost love,
no one knows
where they're at,
and
so
the
story
goes
untold,
and we can't reverse t
a thousand earthquakesYou caused the worlda thousand earthquakes1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
to burn a thousand times
when you looked at me and
I watched the fire extend
to the rivers running down
my veins
blue and violet
like the bruises on her thighs
blue and black
like her lips, her eyes, her fingertips
My eyes danced for you with avidity
as you swallowed the light back into
your soul
degrading me from a thousand stars
I grew so dearly inside my lungs
turning my cage into ashes & dust
into black and gray
but I place my fingertips on your lips
(“hush”)
and life flows back inside of me
it rains and it snows
a thousand earthquakes beneath my skin
a thousand explosions
infinity.
Fix[ed] YourselfPlastic melts - what a fantastic face.Fix[ed] Yourself4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
telescopes are not always useful at nighti bought atelescopes are not always useful at night1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
crystal ball today
and its like
looking through
gossamers on old windows
for signs in the sky.
and i think
maybe i'll start to
smoke and make
my insides
look the same as they feel when
it is overcast.
or maybe
i will start singing
into the
starry night
when no one else can hear me
but the speckled black.
and maybe
it doesn't matter
and i will
shatter, my
crystal ball and make fragments
a kaleidoscope.
Victory or Defeat: An Essay Victory or Defeat:Victory or Defeat: An Essay4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
An Analysis of the Canon Implications of Rockman x Quickman in Super Adventure
&
Bigomierzch-poczatekBigomierzch-poczatek3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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Jadę właśnie na jakieś zadupie by tam zamieszkać u kuzynki. Jest zimno i mokro jak diabli. Moja mama puściła radio i leci jakiś głupi kawałek rockowy. Czemu siedzę w samochodzie i marznę? Otóż znowu nie przeszłam do następnej klasy. Już nauczycielka matematyki się o to postarała. Za karę matka i ojczym postanowili mnie wywieźć jak najdalej, żeby mnie pewnie nie oglądać. Izka zacisnęła piąstki swojej marnej dłoni, tak nie powinno być, pomyślała. Samoc
Patron R3: Midnight Black, pt.2The massive Eastern Power Station sat like a thrumming spider perched on the edge of the river. Wires spread out of it to disappear into the city, black and steel against a blue summer sky. The back of Alex’s neck crawled, but he throttled the urge to look behind him. This place was creepy enough with its sense of danger and decaying architecture without the confirmed ghost following him. The disembodied hero had requested Alex call him George currently; no need to advertise what had happened to the well-known candidate.Patron R3: Midnight Black, pt.24 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shaking his head to clear it, Alex focused back on the looming building, running the facts through his head as he ap
(Finale) Panacea 1 of 4(Finale) Panacea 1 of 44 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Rrrrriiiiing
…
Rrrrriiiiiinnnng
…
Rrrrriii-
’Hello, this is Sara?
’I know damn well… who this is. Do you know... who I am?
’… You’re the one that left the note… aren’t you?’
’Damn right. You should have taken it more seriously too. All you had to do was stop being such a FREAK. Look at yourself in those boots. Walkin’ around like you think you’re some woman or something. That red dress makes me-
Click!....mrrrrrr
Perse
Sta.sh
