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As one tonight
Here in the darkness, surrounded by your light
I take a deep breath and dive into the night
Oceans of pearl invite themselves
Into every pore and every cell
I am at one tonight!
Here, with you, escorted by your light...
I the Dark, indivisible and true
Shimmer and twinkle in the love that is you
A kaleidoscope of possibility, irrationality
Upon scales born of fire, my sanity
We are as one tonight
Coiled and twisted, shining bright
Beneath the moon, you are my sunlight
We roar as one tonight
Two voices, one symphony
One path for us to dream
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Nightsky
I used to stare out at the Moon for hours
Nothing else existed in my life
Except that pearly dome
I spent so many hours, days, weeks,
Months and years
Just staring, talking, howling and then
Hoping It would notice me
Hoping It would see me
See the truth and burn it down
I couldn't live without pursuing Its light
I sought peace and found war in Its wake
How can something so beautiful
Cause so much pain?
And I didn't see
Its truth
Not until Its light evaporated
The Moon abandoned my nightsky
And all that remained was darkness
I always needed a Moon
I always needed other lights to guide me
Because I always was the one left behind
For once, just for once
I wanted to be someone's Moon
And even when I became a Sun
I still felt the Moon's pull
I couldn't stand the light
From within this broken night
But then I stared up at the empty sky and saw how
Full
It really was
Myriads of stars twinkled in the darkness
Some long gone, some still alive
Here lied the peace I had always sought
I would neve
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Her last
The knife rested on Cassidy's quiet chest.
One arm hung from the side of the bed, its wrist streaked with crimson.
There was a smile on her face.
A beautiful, peaceful smile.
Upon stale air floated the stench of blood, young and sweet. To Devon, a bitter fragrance that reminded him of all that had ever gone wrong in his long life.
Death. So much death. So much loss.
His one and only friend – poisoned; Cassidy's mother – extinguished. Dead in his arms.
And now this… murder?
Instinctively, he closed the gates of his heart and lowered his gaze towards the room's other occupant. Cassidy's sister was sitting on the floor, heaped onto her knees, and screaming. It wasn't the sort of screaming he'd grown accustomed to; it sounded neither hysterical nor crazy.
It only voiced pain. A deep and true suffering echoed by her sobbing. Did he not know her inner truth, he would have stepped forward and held her. He could not hate a crying woman. But he could not forgo safety, either.
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The beating heart of Death
He only saw the stars in her eyes.
She was as night incarnate; clad in black, long dark hair flowing upon absent winds, and deep black eyes twinkling like small galaxies on the nightsky. For the first time in his immemorial life, Marwi felt. He wanted to get closer to this woman and study her features, or so he thought; what he felt, however, was the desire to lose himself in the sense of familiarity conjured by her darkness.
But the nightlady was not as night. She was not peaceful, nor did she obey the laws of nature. She was angry; an artificial anger induced by Fate, whose twisting mark shone blood red on the nightlady's cleavage. Her face, contorted by emotion, seemed nonetheless to betray a certain reluctance. Defiance. He noticed how her fists shook, how her stance swayed.
When he stood close, near enough to touch her face if he'd so wished, the nightlady crossed the gap herself. He suddenly felt a sort of cold weight penetrate his abdomen.
He was surprised to disco
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Beautiful ruins
I've burned the pages of my past
You who hates, whom I forgive at last
Who I don't understand and gave
far too much credit to in my life
I renounce myself for all that I was
- greedy, jealous, an obsessive hermit crab
And open the door for all that I am
- dark but kind, free of those chains
The earth has trembled, and so did towers
built on sand get swallowed up
by the divine,
revealing magnificent ruins beneath time
Birds and Dragons take flight in the afternoon sun
But I remain here, Black Dragon's love on my shoulder
With one hand upon scales I smile
With Death's hand in my own I rise
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Your Reason
I have screamed into the void of your silence
Until my lungs bled through my eyes
Even then, I wasn't given to understand
Why you decided to leave me behind
Is it me? Is it you? Is it madness in between?
Is it just that you need light,
which is something I can't give?
Is it fate? Is it change? Something none can understand?
Is it just that life is different now,
our paths no longer the same?
I don't believe in fairy tales, but I believe in you.
My heart may bleed, my legs grow weak
But through the silence, at its peak
I see the pain for what is true
Thirteen swords I draw, each severing one lie
I stand alone, yet tall and proud
This fire dark, I breathe and hide
Bleeding, dancing, I write my fingers raw
The silence speaks in riddles to the fools
Plays its cruel game of frightening deceit
Your heart I cannot reach, but for mine I choose
That the past be the past, the good stay the good
All things happen for a reason -
I will always be here when you need me.
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Seasons of the Writer
Here I stand at winter's gate
With tears in hand, I question my fate
Are my grand dreams all in vain?
Am I nothing but fear, my certitudes drained
By the knowledge I'm nothing to no one
Perhaps not a writer, but what am I then?
Fears melt in the wake of spring
A pen in hand, together words string
Grand dreams are the measure of hope
Built upon certainty, with scars I must cope
I'll always be welcoming Sorrow at heart
As part of my self, my demon, my home
And blinded I am by the bright summer sun
With empty hands, I let its love burn
I know where I stand, dreams and reality blend
There is nothing to hold back the Dragon within
Fire and light upon ashes entwine
Soaring high, I wish not to land
But autumn consumes my dark skies
Wings turn to hands, it is time to make wise
Decisions and to brace for the winter
Huddled by the fire of the mind
Writing away, life will soon be but lies
I do always remember: the soul never dies.
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O Grumpy Birb
Grumpy Birb, oh Grumpy Birb,
How can I make you smile?
You always look so angry, birb,
No matter what I try.
I'd tickle you with feathers,
but you'd only peck my hands;
I'd tell you funny stories
but you always look so tense.
I wonder what it is that makes you sore
And why you'd rather stand aside.
Perhaps like birds you long to soar
but know that you can't fly.
Well then, my birb, do feel the grump no longer!
I'll build you wings, with feathers and strings
You'll be magnificence among the Dragons
And soar as high as the winds'll bring you
To a place where you'll belong.
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Ruler of a fallen throne
My words are my own
My responsability, my honesty
I will not come and luster your crown
If I believe you're not fine
I understand the darkness, better than you know
It is a place of trespassers where nothing ever grows
To remain within its grasp is to become what you detest:
The judge and executioner of present and past
The sole entity worthy, the egotistical monarch
But you know it isn't you, deep in your heart
I cannot bow to the tyrant who spits hypocrisy
Not when I see your heart die with every word,
When this monster swallows you whole
and leaves you vulnerable in sin's cold
But I also know that time will tell - no human can,
For all there is to learn lies already within your hands
I may not bow nor will I regret
But by your side I remain, always, as your friend
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Purgatory
I want to watch the world flare
I'll be its purgatory - the seed of agony
The black-hearted bastard child
Who's known but hatred and misery
All because of you
Because of who you are
That greed in your heart
That need to have it all
Be it at the cost of my life
Who am I to you if not your pain
The sole useless strain
On that soul that knows love nor grace
Yet every day, I struggle to contain
My rage, the urge to light the flame
That finally your life will claim...
Isn't it stupid?
I'd rather die than call it quits
Yet die I can't, and die I won't
Not before I cleanse the affront
That you and your kind are to me
By flame and by death
I am Purgatory
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Would you mind
Would you mind if I hurt you tonight
Would you mind if I tried to kill you
And bleed you and feed on your light
Would you mind if I gouged out your eyes
Would you mind if I tore out your heart
And replaced both our lives with statues of salt
Would you mind if I sliced off your scalp
Would you mind if I I peeled off your hide
And pretended I'm princess in our danse macabre
Would you mind if I sacrificed tonight
All that makes your heart beat with pride
Because my dreams are hunting down sanity
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Fille du Neant
Je suis née du néant
sans vies, sans rêves, Enfant
des ténèbres
J'en suis leur lumière
Car il n'y a rien autour de moi
Seule lune dans un ciel froid
Seule, mais sans effroi
car de mes mains coule, rivière
que sera l'univers,
ce monde inconnu qui me libère
qui m'intrigue et opère
un changement dans mes artères
Je suis fille du néant
Je Suis, car tel est mon nom
Observatrice et curieuse
Vous êtes mes étoiles nombreuses
Je vous guide, amies précieuses,
dans ce monde que je vous offre
qui s'étoffe
qui devient
qui Est
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I was born from the void
livesless, dreamless, Child
of darkness
I am their light
For here nothing surrounds me
Sole moon in a cold sky
Alone, but fearsless
as from my hands flows, river
that will be the universe,
this unknown world that liberates me
that intrigues me and performs
a change in my arteries
I am daughter of the void
Observator, curious
You are my numerous stars
I guide you, precious
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At the edge of Silence
We stand here, at the edge between life and death. In peaceful darkness we await you.
Come. Come, and shed this corruption that is life. Abandon all hope, all pain, all sorrow.
Here, among us, you will be free. We have been calling for so long. Have you not heard us? The quiet, welcoming whisper that drowns out reality when, late at night, you ask yourself whether awaking the next day is worth struggling for.
No, it does not.
Have you not suffered enough? Long years spent in solitude, ignored by all whom you loved. Abandoned, in time, by those you had trusted. The need for acceptance became desperation; desperation became despair. You trust no one. Not even yourself when, every morning, you stare into your own hollow eyes and wonder what it would feel like to slide the razor along your throat. You have contemplated for so long. Why do you still hesitate?
The girl you yearn for doesn't know you exist. The pet you care for only needs a hand to feed it. Your dreams are all but dead, im
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Greetings y'all! And welcome to Prompt Art Feature :D

The idea: sharing a collection of five artworks viewed in the past week, based on a one-word prompt. I'll also add my thoughts in case you're curious :D

This week's prompt is Eyes.
(have an idea for a prompt? Suggest it in the comments!)

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Eyes: 

'the organ of sight'

'the power of seeing'


They're Watching by CinnamonDevil
By CinnamonDevil
I was immediately taken by the composition and colors, which for me accentuate the power of these globular eyes, and the unease of the character watched by them.
But then I asked myself: what if this unease is merely a trick, a way to attract potential prey eager to save the damsel in distress? Then I started imagining the being that may be lurking beneath the waters, large, horrific... and I loved this picture even more.
I thoroughly enjoy the soft darkness of the colouring, and the stories these eyes told me. :D

#eyesmeme by telthona
By telthona
I'm very fond of eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul; to me, eyes are what makes characters come to life. Each pair of eyes in this artwork tells a different story, paints a different set of emotions, of personal realities. I am particularly fond of the bottom eyes and the raw power found in those crimson depths. Strength; knowledge; melancholia; there are many emotions to see with but the sight of these beautiful eyes.

DandelEYEon  by CinnamonDevil
By CinnamonDevil
You may notice this is the same artist as for the first piece. Frankly, I didn't run into this one on the same day, and when I realized I was already featuring one piece from the artist, I asked myself: does it really matter that I'm featuring them twice if the artworks are not only very different from one another, but also both very much fitting the theme? I answered no, because I'm ultimately featuring artwork that, I think, deserves to be seen.

I absolutely adore this picture. It's unique and creative, and though I'm not sure what to make of its meaning - or perhaps because of this uncertainty, I find myself entranced by it nonetheless. There's something frightening about the background, which feels to me like a sandstorm about to consume these poor plants, and their only chance for survival is to break apart and let their offspring be taken with the winds. A strange sense of urgency in otherwise calm-like surroundings, beautifully painted.


Infected eyes by Sitas-the-Fool
By Sitas-the-Fool
What is she feeling? What is she thinking? Is it pain, or fear? Defeat, or submission? I find these infected eyes hypnotic, as much for their desynchronized rendition, as for this character's overall expression. It's impossible to tell what she's going through; she may be feeling pain, or just a wonderful sense of emptiness. I truly enjoy these uncertainties. It takes skill to portray such an array of emotions without any seemingly sticking. I also love the colouring of this piece. I'm usually not a fan of the '3D effect', but here I feel it adds an exalting noxious layer to the artwork.

04:27 a.m. by Khatos
By Khatos
Eyes come in many shapes and forms. These ones speak of a madness and darkness so profound you might well be looking into Hell itself.
I absolutely love the spiraling composition and the crispness of the black/white contrasts. The expression of this character is fantastic. I can't quite tell what sort of expression it is, but I can tell you it is freaking me out a bit! I especially adore the detail of the crazy eye, which to me looks like a sort of lock. I can but wonder what key it needs, and what it would unlock...



Some final words...


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Isabelle Apel
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Belgium
Writer. Gamer. Solitary by nature. Does like to talk to people.
I'm open to art trades/collabs! Just bear in mind I'm primarily a writer, so my strong suits here'll be poetry and story format roleplay storytelling (what a mouthful XD). Note me if you have an idea. :D

Also: Dragons. *nod*

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Nothing to do with art, but frustration needs to be outed somewhere.
Just spent 4 hours on FF15's most difficult dungeon, Pitioss Ruins. Cleared the thing, Black Hood in hand.
Then I went to my Regalia, took off, and crashed it against the wall. Silly game over thing, but ah well.
Then it hit me. I didn't save my progress. Totally forgot the game over thing.
Prayed to the Gaming Gods the stupid game had made a checkpoint save.
Nope.
It's like I never cleared Pitioss.

Can't even care about the last trophy I'm missing. After 140 hours, two playthroughs, I. Am. Done. And furious. 
And also pretty damn proud to have completed that dungeon, even if I forgot to save. I can now put FF15 away, be it with a missing trophy. I'm satisfied.

(who remembers to save after spending 4 hours in one dungeon? Even Noctis complained about his brain hurting. XD)
Apologies for the delay! The Feature will be up as soon as it's written, later today.

I hate summer x.x it's hot and blergh and sleep sucks and ugh my back. 's like my entire body's rejecting summer. e.e

/end granny complaint
Feature will be updated next Sunday. Nothing going on really, just a very busy and stressful week and I couldn't get my mind to focus on it today. Theme's already picked though: 'beneath'.

I also plan on starting to add all the previous prompts in the upcoming updates, so people can easily sort through earlier features. At 21 updates already, I think it's worth making them readily available for those interested :D
For all of y'all out there who'd like an extra tool to help you portray your characters:
Live Portrait Maker (Android/iOS) by zephy0
I ran into this 'doll app' earlier (on a writer's group, of all places), and immediately fell in love with the art style. Even if you don't need such a resource, you may want to check out zephy0's gorgeous gallery full of colorful, lively characters. Definitely worth a browse! :D

And while I was at it, I figured I'd play around with it a bit and re-create one of my fave OC's: Kassandra. I feel I couldn't quite make her look as evil as she is, but it's very damn close. XD enjoy!
Photo 2018-06-14-11-43-58-108 by Nocturnaliss
(PS: I use Bluestacks, android emulator. Works like a charm on it! :D)
The good deed of the day: we saved a pidgeon from cat death. Because what else were we supposed to do! XD
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richten Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav :salute:
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Nocturnaliss Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2018   Writer
You're very welcome!
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AKAKent Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2018  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for mentioning my work "God of Grief" :), you are a star! Star! 
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Nocturnaliss Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2018   Writer
You're very welcome! Loved your piece, and it fitted well into that week's theme ^^
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Spiritofdarkness Featured By Owner May 20, 2018
Wave Test thanks a lot for the +fav   :larryla: by BurgerBunny
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Nocturnaliss Featured By Owner May 21, 2018   Writer
You're very welcome!
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Entropician Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2018  Professional General Artist
Hi, thanks for the feature of my artwork, I hope you'll enjoy even the rest of my gallery, have a good day, bye!:) 
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Nocturnaliss Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2018   Writer
You're very welcome! :D
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DawidZdobylak Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2018  Professional Traditional Artist
thanks :)
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Nocturnaliss Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2018   Writer
Was certainly my pleasure :D
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