I came across this picture and thought it would be interesting for Week IV of this forum. Let's see what you all can do with it...
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I came across this picture and thought it would be interesting for Week IV of this forum. Let's see what you all can do with it...
A Scarlet Eye watchs the Stage
Grins at the performer with sinistar intent
Yet she is Unafraid , committed to her gift
Mocking the Fiery Sky with her art
Perfection for her is attainble , it is No Myth
It is One with her , her movement , her soul
Thus she begins the Flight into the unknown
THe sacrifice of Perfection into Fear
The Pilgrimage she has prepared for , lived for
and Possibly dies for , The Verdict is soon
The Answers to the forbidden questions near
The unsighted masses wait in unheard anticipation
1000 years of anguish , whisped away in the blink of an eye
Overcome by Beauty and Truth
Washed away by Fascination and Faith
Cleansed , Cleared away , The Ferocious Fire
Now a Sparkling Rose Petal , feeding the dancers frenzy
Opening the Door , the Void , The Portal
Unlocking the Gate , It has begun , It has Started
The Transformation , The Journey , The Voyage
Destination Unknown yet teetering on the ledge of insanity
But not falling ............... Never Falling , ........... Never Fall.
CrazyE
Nice Pic...This Is What I See...
The Dark Skies Of Her Fulfilled Mind Can Only Portray A Certain Discomfort..
Entertaing Thousands Can Hold A Personal Anger, On The Preying Eyes Of A Bliss Hunter..
She Dances Looking To The Skies But Mind Is Red With Rage...She Dances To Escape Her Worries..
No-one Can Pass Judgement, No-one Can Harm Her, She Is One With The Earth And Sky As She Flurries..
A World Of Trouble Surrounds Her But Yet She Is Looking So Peaceful And Calm..
Blocking Out Mental Images Of Failure, She Dances To The Music As Sweetly As Balm..
Looking So Natural, The Skies Open Up...Its Is Not The Anger And Rage Of The World...But Her Own..
Dancing To Escape Her Own Troubles...This Is The Only Thing She Knows...This Is Her Home..
Regretful Feeling As The Body Moves, Glides Along The Red Mist Of Portraying Silence..
There She Goes...Flying Without A Care In The World...Past Trouble's Been Displaying Violence..
How Can She Be Angry? She Is Doing What She Loves...She Dances With Elegance..
In A Society Of Hate, She Gets Her Message Across With A Certain Amount Of Mellowness..
Proving The World Wrong...Not Everyone Can Hate, No Need To Hear Just Watch And Believe..
Amazingly Incredible The Movement Is Uncapturable As She Decends From The Skies..
Can It Be A Blessing In Disguise...Just Take I Deep, Long Stare And Take A Look Inside..
With All Your Anger There's A Peaceful Person Inside Waiting To Calm The Mood..
Dont Get Involved With Hate Knowing This Is Inside...Feast On It Like It Was Food..
Let Her Actions Do The Talking...Coz After All Words Only Mean Something Up To A Certain Extent..
Actions Speak Louder Than Words...Act Out On This And Then Perhaps A Dancing Angel Will Decend..
I Just Let It Flow As It Came Out...No Editing...No Nothing...This Was A Deep Picture To Write To
She dances among her beauty, her aura, her being surounds her
The pains shed by all things irrelevant, are unable to surmount her
She moves within the music, its as if it plays to her step
As she begins to move in grace she is all that is left
Shes masked behind her splender, to those unknown it is her being
The reddened eyes of fury though, is all shes capable of seeing
She dances for the love, the pain, the strife, all of her consistency
She moves to the bass of her beating heart, the music, simply adds vibrancy
Each toed step is a step away from past pain and still moves her closer to more
The earthy pose her body forms reveals her bodies aching core
The dress flowing from her body, covers past wounds well, it adds to the mask
Her eyes played up in colored hughes more advently complete the task
When asked, the color of her eyes she simply is able to state
My dance my movements, my bleating heart is the color my eyes shall take
Blood shot they peruse the theater, her pain apparent but its depths remain unknown
As the emotionful music plays her face loses grace, the pain is finally shown
The tears fall from her hurting eyes as she dances the theater grows blurry
The steps still are performed theyre part of her nature, they depict each feeling of fury
The music ceases, as pain increases, the final bow is taken
She walks from the stage, still full of rage, the origin of her pain stands unshaken
Her shoes slipped from her feet, her dress from her body she stands in bare truth
As clothes are slipped on, her eyes become grey, she covers every evident piece of proof
jus what i got from it....kinda took off but uh oh well lol
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*nice pic tho, evoked alot of emotion*
Ight, I've Never EVER done this Before, Lemme see what I can Fix up here.....
Lost In her Moment, Lost in Love
Lost In Memories, Lost up above
Lost All Feeling, Lost all Touch
Lost all Greed, Lost all Fuss
The Redness of Morning Is Here
The Redness of Love brings her Near
The Redness Of Hate Fades Away
The Redness in her Heart, Will always Stay
Dancing in the Morning, Dancing in The Night
Dancing With No Fear, Shes Blind at Sight
Dancing With Flowers, Dancing With Tears
Dancing With Danger, Only Makes Things Clear
Free With Passion, Free With Emotion
Free With Laughter, Free With Devotion
Free With Smiles, Free With Needs
And Just To think, It was all a Dream
-Done-
GRACIOUSLY SOAR
Sealed in my amniotic sac, tucked away in her womb/
A fortress of reassurence and our seclusion from gloom/
A 266 day gestation an embryonic state of elation in total isolation/
A human creation secure from wordly frustration and wicked temptations/
A sanctuary where our soul is free to dance and embrace a spiritual romance/
A whimsicle ballet of innocense without any trace of self relevance/
Completly in tune with the rhythmic beat of a Mother's heart/
Surrounded by the knowledge that GOD never ment to impart/
Alive and aware... can you remember this life with no despair?/
Such a devine affair, to which nothing outside can ever compare/
We're free in her womb, yet when born we're confined to a tomb/
My soul yerns to dance once more...and graciously soar free as before...
Light Speed Motion Through
Starlight Twisted Metal With
Bars Panoramic View Tunnel
Vision Fully Armored Car Man
On MissionIm Ready To Make
It All Manageable Eyes Wide
Shut Shed Tears Still While I
Hang On By Strings Of Doubt
For Example Its Like Why Am
I Here And If This Is Really Hell
When Will The Day Arrive That I
Die For This Year Hindsight Claims
This Is The Result Of Wearing
Your Heart On Your Sleeve From
Gazing At The Image Thats The
Feeling From Me Each Step Closer
Is Another Step Away Im Only Trying
To Turn The Page And Close This
Chapter So God Whens It Gonna Happen
Im Hanging By A String Of Doubt Searching
For Deliverance My Minds Been Swingin
For The Fences On Many Instances
my first rhetorical insight
i just let it flow no editing
freedom in a land full of dread
with clouds that cry tears of red
searchin for your fears
while they constantly near
sneaking up behind you
and you don't know what to do
here they come, its to late
its time for you to meet your fate
you stop to turn and face your villian
but can't take your eyes off all the killin'
slowly your life flashes before your eyes
then you wake from your dream as your idol dies
you look down to see the blood soaked knife
and can't believe you've taken a life
you turn the knife around, handle out
and stab yourself with a shout
you couldn't live with the sin you comited
as you bleed into the seater that your mother knitted
Her evil spirit is rising above
As she is dancing for the one she loves
Her body is moving, swift as a feather
She's got many people regretting, wishing they had met her
Red is a sign of power, love, and hate
This woman has god on her side, deciding her fate
She can hear soft whispers in the background, calling her name
Souls tellin her that shes gonna rise to fame
Hidden behind the heavy mist, she stumbles
Caused by her overwhelming amount of hopes and troubles
She knows exactly what she wants, shes got it in her thoughts
Shes 100% natural, and she can't be bought
She's so committed to this form of art
She's gonna go far, because her passion is straight from her heart
Love..You see it in stories or on the movie screen/
It's funny how people act you would think thats not the only place it'd be seen/
People talk about where's the love then support the war/
Maybe not that drastic..They go see a gore movie then go back for more/
Hate..It comes up too often why can't love be like this/
Arguments get people killed for there families to miss/
But it's ok as long as people ask where is the love/
So for a shining moment we look like were sent with love from god above/
When i look at this picture I think of the world to date/
The woman being the love..Everything else being the hate/
a dance in hell to escape pain and demise
to out step and out twirl her incredible lies
a ballerina with a gown of a trillion fears
and a face that rains a million tears
one girl alone in a terrible dream
haunting desires that make the clouds scream
scream and scream and the dye red with the blood
the blood of the cursed, the cut and the loved
while growing intense the blood starts to pour
drowning the dancer, the dreams, and much more-*-
First poem in a lil over 3 weeks. sorry if a lil rusty.
She dances along graceful and free
But when she looks at herself she just cant see
Always a failure in her own mind
Deep down inside she just cant find
Always looking for how to be best
Always wanting to be just like the rest
Never wanting to be number two
If she doesnt do perfect then wat does she do
Always worried about wat others think
Always worrying she's now on the brink
Ready to crack all she sees is red
She looks back again and it was all in her head
No bad things are coming she is now freaking out
That lake of blood around is now just a drought
A dried up dull world now because of her thoughts
Inside her twisted mind her self consience now rots
Ripping and tearing at her lifes twisted soul
She feels torn and ditches it down that dark hole
She could be the best, everyone can see
But the person that should see it most doesnt believe
Only her self can believe that she is graceful and sweet
She just needs to jump away and fly on her feet
we're really in fact busy dealing with our cycles of life right now and our scheds couldnt really meet and me myself have been busy with stuff...the chosen works from Week III wil be up prolly within this week...i think this one have been open for about 2 weeks now so im gonna close it and have a new picture ready...Quote:
Originally posted by Mis.Tique
umm sorry this is such a freepost but when are last weeks things getting voted on or whatever?theyre from like 2 weeks ago...
sorry for freepostin
much luv
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the works to be chosen on week IV...is gonna be soon too...
SOrry for the inconvenience.
HIt me up a pm if u need something or just questions.
my apologies.