Celebrating ColorSo, this week I thought I'd do a feature of colors since that won the poll about what I will feature next. Here are some beauties I love to celebrate all the colors of the rainbow. <3 Enjoy.
"Colors were rarer than shooting stars,
A world of black and white.
Dark was all to see near and far,
Before morning triumphed over night."
Unfolding by EvaPolly complete open by marob0501 Runway Fashion by BreeLeman
Pink by sixlessthansixty
Too mainstream by AzanComtesse43096 Red Alert! by IngoSchobert:thumb273069658: april with quadrilatera by chriseastmids
"But I'm a sucker for scarlet
tendrils and rosy cheeks
with brown freckles lining
call me a fool but
I never listen to
Big Red by royalocean
Light in Antelope Canyon 3 by Geotripper Here And There by LittleSeaSparrow:thumb294663229: :thumb311390890:
"on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut
Collection: The Warrior and the MageCollection: The Warrior and the Mage11 months ago in Art Features More Like This
The Warrior and the Mage
“Preys of the thirst of blades and hunger of spells, what are we but witnesses of a war of two? Steel cloaks the hills as mist rises from the seas, and the night grows bright from shining swords and enchanted words. Whose blood will it be on the meadows, whose cry will echo the victory? When the drums are put to sleep, who will rule between the warrior and the mage?”
— TheMaidenInBlack of theWrittenRevolution
EcstasyHeat scorches skin rushingEcstasy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
color to my face, my
beating heart pounding faster
at the sight of you. I feel
my nerves stretch
strain to keep up with the
rhythm of blood's rushing race.
It simmers my senses,
scalding within me and I'm
sweating quietly inside
You come inches away and I'm
blinded by your vivid
orange sunlight aura
piercing me. I blink
rapidly, cannot breathe
your face draws in,
pressing soft pillows to my mouth...
and your bite is juicy--
--it runs down my chin in mango delights--
tasting like you and
my senses scream in ecstasy
at your tenuous flavor quenching my silly girlish dreams
and catching my musical voice in thrumming vibrations
inside my internal string instruments.
We leave bright orange-red
d r i p d r o p s
trailing behind us on polished floors
--evidences of our displayed careless passion--
to be wiped up in a napkin
and tossed in the trash.
Collection: Amongst the Elves and FaeCollection: Amongst the Elves and Fae11 months ago in Art Features More Like This
Amongst the Elves and Fae
“Where is the breadcrumb trail of fairytales, and breath of mother nature? We have grown blind to ancestors and their lore, surrendered to fantasy what we believed before. Yet still we dream of elves and fae, of fluttering twilight sprites and lords of timeless halls; we long for lands where battles are won with bow and arrow, skies belong to eagles, and fields feel the flow of magic under the grass. How have we come so far, and how to go back?”
— TheMaidenInBlack of theWrittenRevolution
Collection: Rise from the DeadCollection: Rise from the Dead10 months ago in Art Features More Like This
Rise From the Dead
“Where are tonight the sword and its swinger, the holy spells and their singer? Where is the light to scatter the ghosts, the sight of dawn to shatter the frost? Fears can be hidden, and hearts’ fire kindled, but will shadows be caged and demons faced? The curses of liches linger like winds of winter, and wolves howl a hymn for the undead's hunt… who will be safe from the grim reaper’s swing, and who will fall in its grip?”
— TheMaidenInBlack of theWrittenRevolution
Childish HeartsChildish h e a r t s,Childish Hearts5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
flawless and whole,
run b a r e f o o t
without any cares
They p l a y with the night
through storm-cloudy dreams
flying in and around
s o m e w h e r e s
F a s t e n me
to my childish heart
with t h o s e little
pieces of string
And lift me through
love's w i n d y caress
over the moon to go
s o a r i n g
Tie my s w e e t lovey
Just Love"Why do you love me?"Just Love6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'd asked this question countless of times before, but never seemed to understand the answer. The answer was always different, yet it was never solid and never was reason enough for me. Things like, "because you're beautiful" or "because you're a great mother" or the infamous "because you love me." They all seemed obvious. Still not good enough reasons to me. The reason for my disbelief was given in his answer this time.
"I don't know."
At first I didn't know how to respond. I could have been offended. But I wasn't. Then he continued.
"Probably for the same reason you love me."
Suddenly it made sense why I kept asking the question. I was feigning humility, wishing to know the answer not just to understand him, but to understand myself. I needed ideas to come up with my own reasons for loving him.
"I don't know either."
We sat in silence then,
An EverydayThe sky changesAn Everyday6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
right before my eyes
on the horizon
A Portrait of A PoetShe spends most days dreaming of beingA Portrait of A Poet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lightning quick, talented,
and oh, oh-so beautiful
and her days are truly just beginning
As she sits in Science class, writing out
frolicsome metaphors brimming with emotion
her confidence is pining
from deep hurts and a broken heart
yet she finds inspiration most in unhappiness
So she scribbles down painful thoughts
amongst her oblivious classmates,
hoping the words will come
Her skin radiates sunlight, as
Phillipine blood runs in her veins,
and she rests her head in Thailand sunsets.
Her travels have led her to Cambodia-
snapping pictures along the way-
and she sees that the same sunny sky in her own
is reflected in the eyes of those strangers
she has found
oh, oh-so beautiful.
Her words jump out
in bright and vivid colors
leaving her fingerprints on your heartstrings.
Collection: From Myth and LegendCollection: From Myth and Legend11 months ago in Art Features More Like This
From Myth And Legend
“The wind within the trees was a whisper that spoke our tongue, and the stars in the sky shone on the gods of our heavens, alight and alive. What is science against alchemy, we asked them, what is coincidence against prophecy? Kings and beggars stand equal as fates unfold and worlds awake, as heroes rise and deities fall… among nymphs and mermaids, against harpies and sorceries, we must stand as one. Will you brave the lands of myth and legend with us?”
— TheMaidenInBlack, of theWrittenRevolution
Fan Art Friday: Teenage Mutant Ninja TurtlesFan Art Friday: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles10 months ago in Art Features More Like This
FAN ART FRIDAY: Heroes In A Half Shell
New York City, chemical ooze, and the delicious smell of pizza can only mean one thing — Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
For being named after Renaissance artist greats, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo, had rather humble beginnings. Let’s travel back to 1983 to when Kevin Eastman created the idea for the turtles during a brainstorming session with his friend Peter Laird. Eastm
Cosplay Friday: X-MenCosplay Friday: X-Men7 months ago in Art Features More Like This
COSPLAY FRIDAY: Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters
Rogue Gambit I
The X-Men made their comic book debut in 1963 as a group of mutants who were born with superhuman powers and were feared and hated by society for being different from humans.
The inspiration for The X-Men came from the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s and was originally titled The Mutants. Marvel asked editor Stan Lee to change the title because they thought no one would know what the wor
Collection: The Way Of The RomaniCollection: The Way Of The Romani8 months ago in Art Features More Like This
The Way Of The RomaniIndomitable, Inscrutable & Irrepressible
They are commonly known as Gypsies, but that moniker conjures up the trite stereotypes and pervasive misconceptions commonly associated with a people whose culture and history are actually profound and nuanced. A vociferously unassimilable people, they are European (and increasingly American) urban nomads in constant migration, refusing to alter their culture in any way necessary for joining the modern wor
Fan Art Friday: CinderellaFan Art Friday: Cinderella9 months ago in Art Features More Like This
FAN ART FRIDAY: A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
Cinderella A Dream is a Wish
Cinderella and her glass slipper have become a modern day institution since Disney’s classic film debuted 65 years ago.
The tale we’ve come to know today originated in Europe, but its roots can be traced as far back as Ancient Egypt where we find the original “Cinderella,” a Greek slave girl named Rhodopis who goes on to marry the king of Egypt. The Cindere
Spy Tools of the FutureSpy Tools of the Future1 year ago in Art Features More Like This
Spy Tools of the Future
By istickboy, Truepicturesinc
Watch Dogs by AcerSense
Peace Is...PeacePeace Is...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath bare toes
Speckles of sunlight
filtered through leaves
falls softly on smooth, warm skin
Heat rises humidly
from the body
along Earth's surface.
Her light breath brushes
the heat from damp skin
like a fly
as eyes trail the
lines of a page
The Memory of MomentsLife passes like a scent drifting on the flowing breezeThe Memory of Moments5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caressing your senses for an instant
before moving on to wherever we all go.
I hope my gentle touch isn't too brisk
and that the chill doesn't
leave your nose bitten by frost
when I've gone,
but instead I wish to be
comforting coolness on a sunny hillside
to sweep over your moist hot body
and provide relief to you for a time.
And you shall remember those happy times.
I hope that in the memory of me you will recall
the pleasant scent of cinnamon or ginger
mixed with rose petals or lavender
and so every time you walk by that bakery we know
or stroll through our garden
you will think of me
Smile. Because it's a pleasant memory.
I hope you'll not only feel it in the breeze
but also hear me whisper there softly
those most heartfelt words you long to hear
and know I'd say. Know I'm saying.
It's those fleeting moments
that I hope you'll cherish in your mind
and remember me.
Collection: The Heartbeat of Modern MusicCollection: The Heartbeat of Modern Music10 months ago in Art Features More Like This
The Heartbeat of Modern Music
From the days of Beethoven and Franz Liszt, to the Vaudeville stages of America in the1880s to the 1930s, to the electronic keyboards anchoring the rhythms of today’s rock groups and pop singers, the piano has been the heart of the music animating our popular entertainments. Not as sexy as the guitar, nor as brash as the drums, the pianos have been the steadying source of rhythm and timing holding together songs and other compositions for the past several centuries. And, oh yes, while not being so overtly sexy, pianos can be very romantic. Enjoy this gallery of the musician’s most basic dream machi
Collection: Fashion is a Seductive and Savage GodCollection: Fashion is a Seductive and Savage God9 months ago in Art Features More Like This
Fashion is a Seductive and Savage God
Asia’s Next Top Model Tiger
Gods and Kings: The Rise and Fall of Alexander McQueen and John Galliano by Dana Thomas was published this month. It tells the story of two revolutionary British designers who re–invented and re–energized Fashion Weeks in Paris and New York and brought real outrage and excitement back to high fashion. In the past twenty years these
the first breath afterwardstatic runs within my veinsthe first breath afterward5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and pricks my toes
sending numb sensations through
my body in waves and i am the snow on the screen
hushing the room with its noise
a distant screaming crowd
roaring as they fall and fade
my hair sticks to my neck
and heat drips from my skin
leaving pathways for electric currents
to travel their course
give me life again
but i can't breath
my throat is full of sand
the salty taste catches flies
and throws them out again
as my body convulses
my eyes fill and overflow
bees escaping through my tears
stinging as they fly away
black specks in above blue
leaving laughter behind that falls to the ground
shattering in shards of glass
that cut me through
i scream without moving
the silence is penetrating me
and i'm thrown into the sound
tossing obliviously in angry waves
forcing my body to flop helplessly
then running slower and slower until i'm
like a leaf setting sail in the autumn river
and trickling with the current
falling with gravity