My Paradise -CONTEST- (RESULTS):iconmh1plz::iconmh2plz::iconmh3plz::iconmh4plz::iconmh5plz:More Like This
I want to thank you all people who took time to create something for this contest . Now, the results !
:iconkawaiistarloveplz: Paradise is just a Dream:iconkawaiistarloveplz:
As always, a wonderful artwork from you, my dear ! I really like the softness of these clouds, I can easily imagine me dreaming in these ones ... And this adorable cat seems so comfortable. I just adore cats to be honest, so I just can be in love with your creation ! Thank you again, and congratulations
Glass ButterfliesLike glass butterfliesMore Like This
Their wings just waiting to shatter
Fragile like a smile after crying
Like false hope
In the meantime
Lately I have been a glass butterfly. Glass wings and a paper lace body. I have been sore and sick and tired and sad and fragile a lot, I don't know why, I think it's just a down phase, or maybe I'm just tired from working more. I don't know, I just know it'll pass.
Some lyrics from Pink Floyd - "One of My Turns"
"Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days."
"Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?"
Lines on LemuriaLinesMore Like This
Once, a very long time ago,
When men first reared their heads,
A vast subcontinent called Lemuria
Stood high above the waves.
There, the world's first humanoid strolled;
But, 't is rumored, his misdeeds
Caused his devolution there
To the strange man-apes that we find today.
Nobody knows if those tales are true;
But the lemurs that we find now
Are stranger than the chimpanzee and the orangutan
So that they make many men believe
But nobody can ever prove these tales
To be true
'T is one of the varied curiosities
About the land we call Mu
LemuriaMore Like This
It is extensively bespoken in some countries of Asia, that once upon a time, a continent lay somewhere towards the southeast. It is prosaic lore, indeed, but this only hints at how long this legend has nurtured its roots in the local imaginary. What these peoples are willing to tell those willing to listen, is the following:
Thousands of years ago, when our planet Earth knew little gods other than Brahma or Kali, a civilization both lavish and empowered had settled where today there are only constellations of anemones, where the sea has transiently given way to heavenly Indonesian islands. Crowned in the shadow of Atlantis, the vast land of Mu, Lemuria, was a realm of wisdom and spiritualism. Second only to the gardens of Eden perhaps, it possessed all which mankind may behold as arcane and wondrous. Unending horizons belonged to the Lemurian princes, whose stately ships knew all the waters of the world. In their palaces, the walls shimmered under the
Ancient Voluspa1.More Like This
Hljóðs bið ek allar
meiri ok minni
viltu at ek, Valföðr,
vel fyr telja
forn spjöll fira,
þau er fremst of man.
Ek man jötna
ár of borna,
þá er forðum mik
níu man ek heima,
fyr mold neðan.
Ár var alda,
þar er ekki var,
var-a sandr né sær
né svalar unnir;
jörð fannsk æva
gap var ginnunga
en gras hvergi.
Áðr Burs synir
bjöðum of yppðu,
þeir er Miðgarð
sól skein sunnan
á salar steina,
þá var grund gróin
Sól varp sunnan,
hendi inni hægri
sól þat né vissi,
hvar hon sali átti,
máni þat né vissi,
hvat hann megins átti,