Life of Sea FeaturesTime for another feature! I've found quite a few pieces of art having to do with sea life/ocean/water. So I decided to do a feature! :> My only requirements for a piece being featured is that it has very few faves/comments to begin with. So most of these pictures come from artists who aren't highly recognized. Give them your support! My goal is to encourage them by featuring one of their best pieces of art.
-Be sure to fave the journal if you like it, and show the artists your support by faving/comments!-
Psykopaint Fish by NicoNekroniaCrab Claw by MI-Labsdragon of the seas by 7353
:thumb320714474:Aquarium by johnsonleealex+FISHSTICKS+ by choco89
Well that's it for today. :] Hope you all enjoyed! Feel free to give me some suggestions for what topic of feature you'd like to see next. I'm open to anything!
SuicideShe was artsy.Suicide6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was odd.
She was a victim of the mob.
No one liked her.
No one cared.
They'd make fun or sit and stare.
She didn't cry.
She didn't fight.
She just let them take her rights.
A month went on,
And then one more.
All of their ridicules, alone she bore.
It all built up,
Until one night.
The "bulb" went off- she saw false light.
She chose her fate,
Then and there.
No one would miss her, since no one cared.
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.A Reason to Live3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be