Thankyou Mr. BowieThankyou, Mr. Bowie
you changed me with your labyrinth, altered me with words
undergoing ccch cch cchanges, you being my strange fascination
whiling away the time till drive in saturday
following your vague directions
memorizing every line
putting on my red shoes, dancing to the sound to your blues
weep for aladin sane, gazing into the eyes of the goblin king
freaking out in a moonage daydream purely to survive this life you made seem so dull
inspired by your style, set aflame by your ideas
my mind has become revolutionized because of you and theres nothing I can do
my story reinvented by your careful hand
comforted only by your voice
Because I know you're never ever gonna let me die and you"re never gonna get old
screaming at the pretty things, staying inside your lover's story
breezing through school as rebel, rebel
struggling to drive onward under pressure
as my world falls down, I'll give you my hands and break free from this rock n' roll suicide
carrying the knowledge that we can
Stardust Descending from the hStardustStardust Descending from the h2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Descending from the heavens, creature of the sky
Filled with so many shattered hopes, feeding us so many beautiful lies
A figure in the darkness, wailing in the rain
Living off someone else's comfort, oblivious to pain
Challenging what is expected, befriending the obscene
Leaving behind the past, living his demented dreams
Welcoming the shadows, not knowing what is right
Linking hands with death, sparkling among artificial lights
Guitar in hand, singing of things he never knew he would have
Thinking he's immortal, never ever gonna die
Powdered and preened, luscious and unseen
Lord of androgyny, our king of glitter and silk
hidden wounds blossoming, fighting onward, not sure of how much blood's been spilt
Ziggy's coming loose, splitting at the seams
Noone wants to notice, only wants to remember who he might have been
Anothers in his spotlight, so much bolder and better than he
Fans leaving forever, there's a new show to see
Thinks of his life, so tired of it all
One last follow
Why I Draw Women OftenI recently got a message, and I will slightly reword it so as not to cause profane friction, nor will I state who it came from, but it read like this: "Why is everything you post regarding a woman? I think it's very sexist when the only thing you can draw are breasts and buttocks like it's the only thing in the world."Why I Draw Women Often2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Okay, so by now, if you haven't been watching me for a good minute, you know that I really like to draw women, and I like portraying the female form, usually and often in a tasteful manner. I could hypothetically end that question there and just answer "I wasn't aware everything in my gallery was a woman or had breasts and a butt" and then post a picture or two of Rai Rivet... But I'm not going to do that. I'm going to explain my stance on drawing the female form and my adoration for it.
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Pokemon Snakewood - Chapter 1A loud scream broke the silence that had surrounded Yuurei as she walked, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. Breaking into a run, she bolted down the route until she found what must have been the source.Pokemon Snakewood - Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her eyes widened as she came to a stop. In front of her was the zombie of one who must have been just a boy, about to maul a brown-haired man in a white lab coat. "Wait a minute," Yuurei muttered to herself. "That man... I saw him in my head..." She flinched as a sharp pain rang through her temple.
The man spotted her, his eyes widening in recognition. "Yuurei!" he called out. "Yuurei! Help!"
Her pain forgotten for a moment, she immediately locked eyes with him - then her gaze turned to the zombie, who had also spotted her. A rotting, decripit hand reached into a pocket and pulled out a rusty, bloody PokeBall. Stomping towards Yuurei in the typical sluggish undead gait, it threw the Ball - well, more like let the ball drop from its hand - and released a Pokemon.
DA Didn't Start The FireArt mems, Jackie Chan, Chuck Norris, BatmanDA Didn't Start The Fire4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
dAmn Addicts, Flame Retardant, Brandon as "The Crow"
Bruce Lee, Nit Picking, Grammar Nizi's, Crackavision
Tentacles, Mandibles, Kingdom Hearts, Pinocchio
Tidal Waves, Bomb-om, Big Daddy, Omnomnom
Jacko, In Jark We Trust, and Steam-punk airship rust
Obamanation, Lexine, Dancing like a beauty queen
Traverse town, Pass around, Art hungry booty lust
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Minors Skyping, Chirs Hanson, Charles and Marlyn Manson
Phantom Fella, Merch Sellers, Bad Writers Block
It's Neko, Kawaii, Jack Sparrow, Spaghetti
Kung Fu Master plan, Soap in a tube sock
Jack D, Norma Jean, Everyone's at least seen "Scream"
Spyed the ninja, One Piece Fans, Elvis Presley, Mega Man
Kevin Bolk, IQ test, Alabama, Black Parade
Leather and lace, Trollface, H2O, Gatorade
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been tur
Iron CrossBaptized in blood he walks to meIron Cross5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Misunderstood for his violent deeds
Flame touched lips and war worn skin
Making silent proclamations of sin
Lay your weary bones on me
Burn away the pain and cares
Martyr yourself for people
Who will never know you were theirs
An Open Letter To The Zombie HordeDear Zombie HordeAn Open Letter To The Zombie Horde3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let me start off by saying that I don't usually write letters like this. Your case has inspired a sense of decency in me that I can't dismiss. Now I know that you're not exactly my friend but I feel that we can put our differences aside before you resort me to any kind of genocide.
I feel that opening was a little too threatening and believe me I don't mean to scare you, to the contrary in fact. Let me emphasise now how much I value your attention. Let me get to the point; I feel like you are merely an extension, a disposable force, just workhorses for your boss and I'm not going to gloss over his dictator role. I can't help but see the whole situation as droll, honestly. It seems clear you have a brain (even if it's not your own) so is it really such a strain to see your own oppression?
I want to prove I'm on your side so, a confession. I did form a prepossession of you that led to an obsession with the expression of my aggression towards your horde but I'm over that
FirefighterI'd always known what I was going to be when I grew up. Not everyone has that kind of clarity at such a young age, but I did. I was going to be a firefighter. I knew it the very first time I watched Fireman Sam - he was my hero.Firefighter1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I couldn't understand why people laughed at me when I told them of my ambitions. Even my father, who'd always been supportive of me before, patted me patronisingly on the head when I told him. "Yes, yes, and your brother wants to be a ballerina," he chuckled.
I didn't understand that. Ricky certainly did not want to be a ballerina. He wanted to be a masked vigilante. I knew because I'd overheard him talking to his friends the other day, but I didn't say that. There were certain things that you just didn't do, and correcting my father was one of them - I'd learnt that the hard way.
Ricky didn't approve of my ambitions either. I told him that he was the one being unrealistic for wanting to be a masked vigilante which wasn't even a real job; he just
I Work Hard. Therefore, I'm a Loser.I didn't sit idly all day, twiddling my fingers, wishing work came to me.I Work Hard. Therefore, I'm a Loser.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I didn't loathe at myself wishing that I could "draw feet" when working on a piece at the spot where I have to draw feet on the picture.
I didn't go to further schooling to let someone hand me a piece of paper on their own terms and timeframe telling me if I'm "capable of art" or not.
I took things into my own hands.
A couple of common phrases to make to artists who are (of the person who believes that they're) "inexplicably too good" that annoy me are:
"Ugh, I really wish I had your talent. Why are you so good!?"
"You're so lucky. I wish I could do what you do".
"I could never pull this off the way you pull it off."
Now, I understand that there are certain levels of aptitudes and paces that different people learn by, so don't get the idea of this entry wrong. But, really, let me make an illustration here:
I used to pl
This is for the UnderdogYou know what it's like,This is for the Underdog1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.
So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...
Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!