It's Feature time!Hey everybody!
Here are some great pieces of art that I'd like to share.
Let There Be Light by NickTadz Kaz by Parororo
Libra by Mixan-is-a-monkey Scarecrow? by Lioness123
the left hand of the devil by edredon :thumb208782508:
... ray of light ... by FotoOptiX
in her twisted mind by lemonwhogirl
Different Worlds by AnimaEterna
Sprawled by BreakFreePhotography
a beast is bornLucifer wove my sins into horns.a beast is born11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Masterpiecea Monet sunsetMasterpiece1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dotted along the canvas
with clouds by Van Gogh
A Year in HaikuOn July 18th, 2013, Multhaiku was created, and the group quickly became a haven for all kinds of Eastern and minimalist poetry. In a year's time we have:A Year in Haiku8 months ago in Literature Features More Like This
created a successful and thriving twitter account, GenreHaiku, co-managed by myself and hopeburnsblue (she is always looking for pieces to feature, go contact her, go! ).
created a haiku sonnet hybrid and held a contest around the form.
participated in our very first HaikuWriMo with a Bingo in February of 2014.
What the group specializes in is minimalist poetry of fictional genres, such as scifaiku and horrorku, just for example. We take pride in this and wanted to showc
insomniaIn a world infested with the undead, peace is a thing of the past. We're traveling in a pack, nightmares robbing us of any sleep but the madness is divine.insomnia1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
GoSitting and listening,Go2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
closing my eyes and hoping,
yawning and reaching,
releasing and forgiving.
Feet to the floor.
Arachnophobia“Mom,” she says, voice quivering, her tiny finger pointed at my head. “Spider!”Arachnophobia1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
spitting seedsI spit a watermelon seed in your eyespitting seeds9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you laughed.
You eclipsed the brazen midday sun
and were surrounded
by a halo of light.
I was chilled in your shadow
and you screamed of heat.
My moth to your flame.
You chased me round the yard
and spit an army of seeds right back at me...
in rapid fire.
There is no fear and loathing here.We were somewhere in the South Pacific on the edge of the ocean when the withdrawals began to take hold. I remember saying something like, “Where the hell are we?”There is no fear and loathing here.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My attorney said nothing. Sitting in the sand, he wore only a pair of hideous bell bottoms with red and white stripes that resembled a peppermint candy on copious amounts of LSD. He ignored me and repeatedly tapped his bare foot into the gentle rush of water as it crawled up the beach.
And suddenly I realized I had no idea how we had gotten there. A gaping hole in my memory sparked a brief sense of panic.
“Don’t let it get you,” he said before yawning and falling onto his back.
“Let what get me?” I half shrieked, eyes peeled for wild beasts. Who knew what roamed this place in the night.
“The silence…It’s not something to be feared,” he muttered before passing out cold.
Then I noticed just how quiet it was.
No howling wind coming off the ocean. No creak
A Good StormIt started as snow, little white flakes swirling in the sky. Covering the earth in a pale, cool blanket. Then the wind picked up, the sky turned black and the pretty balls of frost warmed to the touch, turned to rain. Ruining my pretty snow blanket.A Good Storm2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stared out the window, listening as the wind howled, scowling as the lights flickered.
The storm robbed me of power, flooded my basement and caused uncharted mayhem.
For three days it was dark. For three days I ate dinner by candlelight. At first, I pouted incessantly but then something strange happened... The lack of electricity unplugged my brain, forced me to seek out other entertainment, like...*gasp* talking. Interacting with other humans by...speaking to them.
I never realized how anti-social I was until that storm, and now when storms come I smile into the whipping wind. I scream to the heavens for more. I ask God to cry, to sob, to soak me in rainwater and take my power for days on end
Kaleidoscope SkyThe sky is a kaleidoscope, sunshine swirling through Van Gogh clouds and a sapphire horizon that swells like the sea. I squint and it all shifts and shakes, azure and golden light refracts off everything and nothing at all. It kind of makes me dizzy.Kaleidoscope Sky1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A shadow passes overhead and there’s a chill in the breeze that makes me shiver. A heavy cloud, a drip-drop upon my brow- I open my mouth and catch pinot noir-flavored rain on my tongue. I lick my lips and savor the taste, so curious at the buzz in my head.
I blink slow and the land turns dark- no moon or stars to light my path. Just a writhing mess of trees before me, a sudden movement from the corner of my eye.
Another shadow crosses but this one’s fast, shooting across my line of site and I feel like I should run but my body is frozen in place.
I feel like I should scream but even as my mouth gapes and I push...the sound just morphs into a trembling whisper.
A lightning strike, a crack of thunder, it
unexploredTouch, taste, smell, sound or sight.unexplored10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the senses
we rely on.
But there is so much more
we depend on
We touch and feel smoothness
and roughness and...
We taste clove and lemon...
and are awed
We smell the decay,
the raw stink
of what we are.
We hear the unheard,
the screams and moans
of everything we feared.
New or old,
it does not matter
as it touches our mind just the same.
We dream of
The Gatherer of TwigsThe flames don’t burn. They itch... as week old tattoos often do. A wildfire of orange and gold crawls from my ankle to my knee, my left leg engulfed forever. I’ve been branded by a demon, its soul sinking into my skin like enchanted ink.The Gatherer of Twigs8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This happens every time, I carry one mark for each soul I have reaped. My right forearm bears a feather from a Phoenix, there is a lone wing in blinding white that takes up half my back from the only Angel I've ever taken. Vibrant cerulean and jade scales swirl around my neck like a collar- those appeared after a pair of Selkies. A tangle of hissing snakes wrap around my left thigh thanks to a nasty, ancient Gorgon. I also have waves on my ass cheeks from a snarky Leviathan and a zombie Chihuahua dressed in pink on my left bicep from an even snarkier Hellhound.
I am a reaper, guiding the souls of only supernatural beings to the afterlife. I am not Death. I do not wear a hooded cloak or carry a scythe. Death is a cranky bastard and ri
AutoimmuneMonday morning paralysisAutoimmune4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
muscles unyielding - locked into place.
is stalled and stuttering.
Wednesday afternoon I dropped my pen
fingers rebelling, rigid and tingling.
Chasing a February sunrise
through eyes robbed of slumber
body starved of rest.
is parched and lazy
swallow this whole.
Late summer sun beats down upon my face
through my hospital room window.
is reaching up
Sharing the LOVEI always say, Art is Love.Sharing the LOVE3 years ago in Art Features More Like This
If art is love, then here is me sharing the LOVE.
NYC Pizzeria Etch by bryanetch Boy, overcome by ericinprogress Sunrise at South by artdejohn Hotaru by silentemotion9 The Journey by zemotion After the storm... by Ophelia-Overdose :thumb205785561: 538 KB by bebefromtheblock New Angel by danielaurin Woodpecker 2 by muratsuyur splash2 by BenoitPaille Polka Dots by o-kaykay Batman ink by Lyranthe :thumb186689460: Aurora by svet-svet Winters Mystery by KG-89 Farewell to illusions by Mariska1974 :thumb206116038: R u n by Lacesal ypsilon by arbebuk Freedom of Choice by i-am-JENius Grave Misunderstanding by Rei-Doll Free your mind by moonstarxx Rush to Slow... by chrisntheboat Drama Queen 4 by xXMiss-BipolarXx Industrial Sunset by jnewbiggin Coffee Flower by BiOzZ ICELAND-Beauty of dreams by PatiMakowska 3rd of ser. Ballet by alexandrborisov stand up by learningtobefree
equinoxBeyond an ash gray skyline the sun was lying in wait. A molten liquid center with an atmosphere of blistering gasses was hidden behind winter’s cape. Spring was burrowed deep, steeping within the confines of hibernation. She dreamt of rampant flower beds, colors rioting in the wake of a new season. The awakening was gradual, the peace of deep slumber cherished and warm.equinox2 weeks ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Spring stretched her arms wide
exhaled and released her heat
billowing warm wind