Sweets & Treats Mini Contest: 5 Days Left!Hello Colourful Members!
Since the holidays are coming up, most of us enjoy baking or gathering goodies for this season! So what better way to host a contest about sweets and desserts. We hope you all will be able to participate and get a chance to win some awesome prizes! We wish you the best of luck!
Sweets & Treats
Candy Desserts Pastries - they must be edible
Allowed to submit two old or new entries in the Sweets and Treats Folder
Must be a member to participate
Only submit YOUR work from your gallery, not someone else's work
We would appreciate if you could mention our group in your Artist Comments
If your photograph does not contain this specific theme, your piece will be declined
Open on November 15th- December 15th and the top three winners will be announced on December 25th
**Remember we're Burst of Colours- the more colour, the better**
Jhewardene IIMy lips grow red like the petals of the roseJhewardene II3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It blooms for you.
See my eyes strong and hazed
The snow compliments and treats them,
I follow your tracks wildly through the glistening wonderland
But it's like a maze in this blizzard in May
Can my heart feel for you, I'll breathe for it.
Too feel your warmth through the winters touch,
i wander hoping i dont fall.
Frozen in place.
My hand hangs frozen in awe.
are you searching for me?
Can you see through it?
This snow fall?
DefianceDefiance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Quite a lovely cage you built for her, huh?"
Messirama strode slowly across the room, her arm crossed on the chest in a slightly contemptuous stance. "Now what? Are you planning to keep her in that room for the rest of the fucking time? Feed her like a bird?"
Apparently unconcerned about her rowdy attitude, Vehnas lazily raised his head from the book he was reading and glanced at the woman, which now stood before him.
"Oh dear, dear... holding a grudge, aren't we?" He addressed her casually, "I wonder what could that be for..."
She huffed at his mocking tone and leaned nonchalantly against the wooden bureau behind her, folding her arms tighter against her breast. "Really, as if you had to guess."
He turned his attention back to the book, the beads of his bracelets tingling lightly as he leafed through the pages. "Leave now, darling. As much as I enjoy having your gorgeous self around, I can see you're going to start talking soon, and it just detracts from your whole 'being
004πασχιζω να ανοιξω τα φτερα της ψυχης μου0043 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
να πεταρισω ψηλα και δυνατα
να απλωθω πανω απο το κενο που μας χωριζει
και να ρθω κλεφτα
εκει που ακουμπας το ειναι σου
να αφησω φτωχο πεσκεσι ενα απαλο φιλι
Brown Eyed BoyI never was considered a "dog" person; I have always had cats growing up. The occasional dog would wander into my life, but I never had a bond, not until four years ago when my husband brought home a 3 week old pit bull brindle pup that had been given to him as a gift from his older sister. He had already been given the name General, to go along with his attitude. He was in his big brown eyes, in charge. Even at a whopping 5 pounds, he dominated his much larger siblings.Brown Eyed Boy5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Our first encounter wasn't like any other story of a girl and her dog or better yet a boy and his dog. I picked up the bundle of puppy and he let out the meanest growl he could. I laughed it off and he snapped his little puppy teeth around my index finger. I quickly scolded him letting him know I was the alpha female here. He then gave me a quick puppy kiss and the rest was history.
In no time he would go to the door and let me know he needed to go do his business. He bonded with me, because well I fed him, bathe
HeresyHe can feel her blood, wet and warm and slightly sticky as it leaves her and stains his hands. Her eyes have that vacant look that they sometimes held way back when she first got her hallucinations - but this time, the emptiness isn't going away and her eyes are going to stay wide and glazed.Heresy4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He's shaking so hard that her body almost slip-slides out of his hold, slickened with crimson, and --
Nathaniel O'Brien knows there is a God, and he knows there is a Satan, and a Heaven and a Hell, and all these things that normal people throw themselves into existential crisises about. He also knows that God tends to turn His back more than mortals realize. Disheartened Christians lament that He doesn't listen: Where were you when this, and blah blah blah, yap yap yappity yap ... , and now he realizes why Allison was so bitter towards Him.
Maybe when she breathed that last little breath of hers, he inhaled all that hate somehow and took it as his own. What kind of God could have let
Good Morning, Mr. MagpieOne for sorrow,Good Morning, Mr. Magpie5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two for a laugh
Three for the future
And four for the past
Five for true love
Six for hate
Seven for a saviour, five minutes too late
One for sorrow
Two for relief
Three for your happiness
And four for your grief
Five for a virtue
And six for a sin
Seven for an adversary wholl never give in
One for sorrow
Two for pride
Three for a cadaver
And four for a bride
Five for a journey
And six, you must wait
Seven for the devil, wholl fill you with hate
One for sorrow
Two for love
Three for Hell
And four up above
Five for sapphire
And six for red
Seven for two eyes, both blue and both dead
Sleep, My Darling.Sleep, my darling, and dream a pleasant dream.Sleep, My Darling.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Close those moonbeam eyes and rest your tired heart
Leave behind this world of absolute's and have to's
For one of what if's and maybe's.
Lay down your hope-filled head and melt into your cloud-soft pillow.
Curl up into those silken blankets,
Pull them up over your head to block out the world's calls.
Leave the moonlight on,
So the monsters in the closet can see.
Count the jumping, cottony sheep,
As I sing you a lullaby.
Listen closely to your bedtime story,
For you may be the princess, someday.
Sigh gently as you leap to the world of your own,
And don't let the bedbugs bite.
Definitely MaybeMaybe shes out there, standing beneath the same moonDefinitely Maybe4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe making promises with her ceiling as she prays in her room
Maybe were wishing upon the same shooting stars
Maybe not knowing that someday wed be each others
Maybe shes wondering who I am as I wonder where she is
Maybe when we meet tomorrow shell still be someones his
Maybe when I meet her for the second time, she wont remember my name
Maybe the world will spin a thousand times more before we meet again
Maybe the third time, our eyes will meet and everyone else will disappear
Maybe we still wont know the significance, at least for another year
Maybe well talk every night when wed have no other choice
And then maybe well talk because Id miss the sound of her voice
Maybe shell tell me to come over and Id bring her favourite flowers
Maybe Id tell her the story of my life, and wed laugh the night to morning hours
Maybe, instead of laughter
Ice Queen BlueIt was long ago when I shut my eyesIce Queen Blue1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No room for tears, no stomach for lies
I turned my back and cared no more
I walled myself up, hidden to the core
None could see me in my mist
I no longer fought, I did not resist
Some think I suffered beneath this rust
But you do not suffer if you do not trust
So go your way and leave me alone
I am weary of life and cold to the bone
Don't weep for me because I do not care
I was shaped this way by life unfair
The scars may not be physically seen
But they lie beneath what might have been
So just go away and let me sleep
Life has left me too cold too weep.
deviantART Holiday Card ProjectdeviantART Holiday Card Project3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cry for MeCry for what you've lost.Cry for Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cry for being five years old,
On Daddy's shoulders,
On top of the world.
Cry for being ten,
For Daddy going to war,
And crackling phone calls.
Cry for thirteen,
Missing a Daddy
Who doesn't miss you.
Cry for the summer of fourteen,
Of a first kiss
Cry for your very first love,
With the girl who would grow up,
To be the best man you know.
Cry for promises broken,
Screaming and shouting,
And the worst mistake.
Cry for fifteen,
And the next love,
A boy with everything going for him.
Cry for that year,
Of ups and downs,
And knowing it will never fade.
Cry for the fallout,
And the boy who took his place,
And found one of his own.
Cry for those months,
On a yo-yo string,
And the inevitable second chance.
Cry for being 17 and heartbroken,
Because neither of you ever learned
To think before you act.
Cry for the loss of a beautiful boy,
And reconciling with his replacement,
Who became irreplacable.
Cry for the permanent love,
Of a man who shouldn't matter,
In the Mouth of Madnessa terror within me dwells unspokenIn the Mouth of Madness3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a fatal fang embedded and broken
with words that pierce and cannot lie
still I bleed before I die
a rhythmic chant now rises up
shrieks drain into a chalice cup
filled with deadly dark intent
an everlasting soul's lament
black as bile my wound now sings
it's lips, the dark on devil's wings
my pain no longer held within
the mouth of madness speaks my sin
trust is not a weaponside by side we were beautiful in the clothes we sharedtrust is not a weapon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when we painted each other's lips stained scarlet
then you fell on your sword and you pushed me on mine
and to think I loved you
and to think you knew
For The MuseI wait for the time being as a white parchmentFor The Muse8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
soon the black sight I have will become an infinite hue
lights play in my head as if I where a canvas being stroked by the essence of art
goddess of creativity, the muse
take me away
to the meadows of mediums
the imprisoned mind I have here
it must be awoken by you. only you!
give me color, give me the sight of the renascence!
a new era of the man
allow me to be that very form!
but I wait. you admire from far
sitting at the easel, I twiddle my pen
waiting for your lean against me in this mourning
a state when I feel as the mannequin to the puppeteer
For now I will remain
dangling, I wait for you my mistress.
who broke the vaseΈνα μυαλό ελεύθερο μπορεί να ζωγραφίσει εξαιρετικά λαμπερούς και σαφείς κόσμους. Μπορεί να συλλάβει το πέταγμα ενός εντόμου μες στο φώς, τον λεπτεπίλεπτο ξηρό κρότο που κάνουν τα φτερά του καθώwho broke the vase2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The ArrivalEnglish version:The Arrival3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inside a lake,blurry,
sitting on a raft,
spoiling the spirit.
Everything looks familiar.
The blurry water.
The fish that jumped,scared,
in the water again.
Inside the water,it looks like something is visible.
I'm not sure of what it is.
But is visible.
And this is not familiar.
How can it be and it is visible?
It's a woman.
She rises through the water.
She reminds me of something.
She is coming close to me.
She is reaching out her hand.
Bowed,but with her eyes on me.
And that reminds me of you.
Bent but steady.
She touches me.
And the voice touches me,
It was always me.
And that's the familiar.
And that's the fear.
And that's everything.
Reminds me of me.
Reminds of you.
Nothing is alike though.
0000παλευουν οι λεξεις μεσα στο μυαλο μου να παρουν σειρα και σχημα και να ρθουν να σε βρουν00002 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
παλευω κι εγω να καταλαβω τι να ναι αυτο που τις κανει να χτυπιουνται με μανια
κι αν ειναι δυσκολο ακριβη μου ν
Just a Thought or TwoPeople who don't know me or my history always look at me and ask ...Just a Thought or Two5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
"Are you two ever gonna have more kids" or "Why are you trying to adopt a baby?"
I just smile and say that I cannot have children, that time has passed. They then proceed to tell me that maybe I should see a doctor about it or they say it will happen one day. I sometimes don't have the heart, energy or emotional strength to tell them that Ovarian cancer took away any and all hopes of me ever having a baby of my own. That just starts a whole list of questions, or sympathetic looks asking me if I am okay or if I need something. I try to be civil to acquaintances. I try not to let my emotions get the best of me and overflow onto innocent people who are unaware of my condition.
"You don't look sick"
That's my favorite one. I am in remission. No more chemotherapy. My hair is growing back. I still have a couple of surgeries I need done. I listen to my oncologist. I argue, but I listen. I am a bad patient so
A Passing DayA Passing DayA Passing Day8 years ago in Open More Like This
What change will change you?
Change you from who you were yesterday?
What name will title you?
What name will title who you plan to be today?
Will you change its meaning by choosing that same name as you had?
By choosing the same title as you chose yesterday?
And the day before?
And on every other yesterday?
Are you always to be the same person as you think yourself to be?
Could you consider maybe, that you might have been someone else,
Somone other than who you thought you were?
Did you really know this person you claim to be?
Did you know this person that was you, from some forgotten yesterday?
Do you really know this person, at least any better than the person you claim to be today,
As you did once before, from the day before today, and all the other yesterdays?
How is it to be measured then?
The instrument that measures us?
What purpose would it serve if we corrected it because our precepts asked of us,
What meaning is gathered by giving something with no substance a
Ice QueenSpoken of in ages of oldIce Queen7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Legend loves this queen of cold
frosty, icy, minus to the touch
one bite and you're eternally in her clutch
just another legend to tell the rich,
but when she comes for them,
they find out the hard way that life's a bitch
My Ice Queen.You,My Ice Queen.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the snow fell,
fell down beside me,
fair and delicate,
And on the road
you lay scattered.
So I lifted you,
and soft and light like
snowflakes you were
Quiet and cold
in my arms ~
though through the
years you toughened -
and like ice
you were harsh in
droplets - tiny points
that pricked me,
And frost came to crisp me over.
And so when the
summer heat came
like the snow
My Ice Queen.
What it's all about.All we want is to be understood and loved for who we are.What it's all about.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But we can't ever be loved for that.
Because no one knows who we are.
And no one ever will.
No one could possibly know the depth of our thoughts
or the wickedness that lies quiet in all of us.
We can only be loved for the bits and pieces of ourselves that we decide to show to the people around us, hoping that we will also be loved for all the other little things that we'll uncover in the future.
Because that's what love is all about.
It's about accepting change and evolution,
about wanting to be part of this unique
and beautiful process.
I'm FineI'm fine.I'm Fine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clearly you see that I'm not.
But really I'm fine.
Always have been.
But no I'm not.
I'm not fine.
Saying your fine means nothing.
It is a lie.
But I say it anyways.
It's all I can say.
To keep them away.
Because telling them won't help.
Because they don't understand.
Explainations won't do.
So I say those two words.
Just to keep them satisfied.
While my mind scream "I'M NOT FINE".
My lips are in a straight line.
I show no signs of being "not fine".
But that's just a mask.
So really, I'm not fine.
But I'll keep saying it.
I'll keep saying it till you're satisfied.
Because it's my problem.
It's never your problem.
So you shouldn't have to worry.
But I want you to worry really.
But telling you that is selfish.
I can't be selfish.
Selfish is bad.
So if you ask,
Yes I am fine.
But no I am not fine.
I am far from it.
But I'll tell you that lie again.
So you don't make that face.
Even thought I'm not fi
Dearest EmilyThey say your life was spentDearest Emily4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in empty spaces, concealed and lonely.
No stroke of pen can express
just how your words seduce me.
Your lips I kiss are leather bound,
your supple verse unfurling
and splayed before me lay the dream
of your tender words returning.
I dip my fingers between the folds
of your silken volume's crest
and long to memorize the rhythms
of the heart beneath your breast.
Your somber shade comes alive
and draws shadows down upon me
I long to peel that veil from your skin
and set that broken heart free.
Though my words can never reach
through the cobwebs clotting time
I will wade within inky seas
and submerge beneath your rhyme.