Hello, friend...Hey you.
I have something to tell you and it's really important. I mean...I don't want to force you to read it or anything but...it would...would be nice if you would hear what I have to say. It's not going to be long, I promise. I just would like to say something and hope you listen.
I've been with you since you were very little. I guess about five or maybe six.
You used to play with me. You would bring your toys and set them on the floor and we would play together. It was cute because you had the most adorable giggle ever. And when you would smile, your cheeks would puff out like you had marshmallows in your mouth and it was just oh-so cute.
I used to lay beside you and hum you to sleep, or cuddle up in the blankets with you when you were scared of the monster in your closet. I always told you not to worry. Monster is only there to make sure your toys and clothes are safe. I said he was like a big old guard dog.
You're mother and father thought it was adorable that y
Sing you to SleepSing you to Sleep
By Stephen Funk
We sit outside,
next to a tree,
listening to the rustling of the wind.
You're in my arms,
resting so sweetly as you do.
I slowly begin to hum,
a tune that you love so well.
You snuggle yourself closer,
feeling secure and safe.
I hold you tighter and hum a little softer.
I feel your breathing get a little slower.
You slowly start to drift,
and I lightly kiss you on the lips.
I lean my head back,
resting it against the tree.
I slowly start to drift as well.
My humming slowly begins to fade.
As I fall asleep,
"I love you."
AnxietyBurning, his eyes
With tears filled with anguish,
Regret, and demise,
And ineffable origin.
Pain and depression,
With no reason or explanation,
A parasite without a past,
A disease without a cure.
Without care or attention,
The one with no illness.
Nothing is wrong,
With the life of a child.
He's too young to have faults,
Too young to be scarred.
So alone he's left,
With no cure or remedy,
Or humored lies.
His body is clean,
But his mind a mess,
He looks like an angel,
But his inside is rotten dead.
He cuts his wrists,
Hoping for relief,
But reaps nothing but pain,
And an unattractive arm.
He wants the pain though,
Something to release
His inner turmoil
Thoughts and depression.
Maybe, he thought,
The thoughts will flow away,
Just like the blood
Flowing from my wrists.
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RunningShe just keeps running
Time flows by
and mock her
So she runs
and people leave
moods flit and fly
Anger and sorrow
love and happiness
She never looks
to the right or the left
She just keeps
If she pauses
comes crashing down
and she loses
And she cannot
allow that to be
So she keeps
The Palm ReaderA MAN WALKS INTO A TENT-LIKE ROOM FILLED WITH YOUR TYPICAL MYSTIC TRINKETS, AMULETS, CRYSTAL BALLS, ETC.
Fortune Teller: (offstage) Come in! Sit down.
Man: (takes a seat)
Fortune Teller: (walks onstage) Hello. Welcome. You are here to have your fortune read, I presume.
Fortune Teller: Well then, hold out your right hand with a toonie in it. These readings aren't for free you know.
Man: I understand. (holds out palm with toonie in it)
Fortune Teller: (takes the money) Thank you. (sits down and begins studying palm)
Man: (looks at fortune teller studying his palm)
Fortune Teller: (continues to study palm for a while) A-ha!
Man: What? What is it? What do you see?
Fortune Teller: (suddenly slaps the man and stands up) You just lost two dollars, sucker! (runs away laughing wickedly and comically)
Man: (just stands there dumbfounded for a moment)
Just One Last Shift~Just One Last Shift
Dimly lit by the fading glow of stars, a silhouette stood on the brink of a roughly-hewn cliff. His bloodshot eyes were narrowed as cat-like slits and his fists hung like limp, broken branches at his sides. If he had the strength he would have constricted them in agony, but his strength was waning, dripping away as small liquid crystals from his sharp green eyes.
The moon shone high in the charcoal-dusted sky, obliterating the dark like a beacon of light, a ray of hope to those it looked upon with smiling face.
His lip tightened in anger as he thought the same, hapless notion once more. If the moon could destroy that darkness with just a mere glance of its beams, why couldn't it be rid of his?
He shook with bitter cold and angst, unable to express the billions of raging emotions pent up inside him. He wanted to scream, to cry out and pierce the glowing sphere with a knife so sharp that it would never dare to return.
But even if he wasn't alone, such a feat would be
One Lone WolfI'd so date myself.
Just think about it, we have
so much in common.
I got another DD ...it's the 8th one I believe. I got it from my Jarrett Rowe design (pic above)...I never expected that he would get a DD. I'm really thankful to psoty for suggesting it and Shue13 for featuring it. Thaaanks And as a "thank you" to both of you I did a small feature of your works... haha And thanks to everyone for all the faves, comments and watches. I really appreciate that P.S...I'll maybe reply on all comments a little later cuz I have to draw a cover for my calendar (for college). Yesterday I drew it whooole day (literary) and it's not even half done
I can happily announce that Digital Art Masters: Volume 9 by3dtotal is available for pre-order. I also did a tutorial on how I drew my painting Forest Spirits (edited one...but it's also a whole progress of pic which you can see in my gallery). I also explained which brushes I used and where you can get them…so it’s really detailed. In gallery section you can see my painting Dreams. If you want to buy it or check the preview of the book then follow this link. First 200 pre-orders will also get a free art print.
Digital Art Masters has long been supporting the up-and-coming talent in the digital art industry, showcasing their work to a global audience and helping to bring them the recognition they richly deserve. In the ninth volume of this ground-breaking series, 50 more artists bring their imagination and talent to such topics as characters, scenes, sci-fi, fantasy and cartoons, resulting in a book that is filled to the brim with beautiful images and words of wisdom. With a mixture of veterans and newcomers, Digital Art Masters: Volume 9 provides the perfect cross-section of the best artwork the industry can offer, and is sure to leave you fired up with inspiration, ready to create masterpieces of your very own.
Ari, the Black SwanI ran through the trees with as much haste a wounded soul could muster. Tears streamed down my face as the hunters behind me yelled my location.
Why? Why was I to be hunted? Just seeing the faces of my loved ones when they were run through in my mind causes my wracking sobs to continue their onslaught. From where did these men hail? I didn’t recognize their facial markings. Certainly not from the south, there was not such an aggressive countenance below the valley. These men were foreign, and my family was dead.
For reasons unknown to me, I continued to run. But the burning in my lungs began to draw the last bit of strength in my limbs and when I knew my limit had come.
What happened if I stopped? I needed to desperately. No choice, the pain in my chest was too much. My legs slowed their run, and my mind went numb. With a grunt, I fell to my knees and took two of the largest breathes that I could before dropping forward onto my stomach.
The mixture of moist and dry leaves on the