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I dreamt a dream where I stood upon a mountain On top of freshly laid snow And under the light of the noonday sun I watched the birds fly below. Over the green fields and in between clouds They soared as free as the wind And in my mind I flew with them, To the earth no longer pinned. But when I dared to open my eyes I saw something different before me. Below the green fields burned bright red Until there was nothing to see. So while I stood upon the mountain And watched everything disappear I wished once more to be with the birds And fly away from my fea


Silence surrounds me, I'm in need of commotion, Alone with my thoughts, 3, Am, no ones spoken.
Clocks approaching 4, I'm leaving my phone on, A chain text comes, But I'm hoping for more.
Still I can't sleep and it's 5 now, My phone buzzes so I, Press open message to find out, Who's texted me, its fine now.
The text reads: Hey baby, I wke up and ur drivin me crazy, Always on my mind I, Got u dat cd of dat band u lyk, Just wanna show u i love u x
I close my eyes, 5:05, As the clock ticks, 5:06, I'm asleep


The End
"What?"
"I said... W


It was the rumbling that woke him, loud and echoing, but this time it wasn't his stomach. Far off past the horizon, somewhere south of him, Aiden knew a heavy storm was raging. Though the sound of the reverberating thunder was still a long way away, Aiden knew the short time span he had if the clouds drifted north. But he still wasn't quite ready to leave. It had been several days since he had first arrived, and he was even more tired now that he had reached the Fields. In the last few days, he hadn't slept except by accident, constantly keeping watch and wandering short distances away to search for Amy.
In the first day o


Stop worrying about the after And start living for today Stop caring about what might happen And your worries will fly away
Stop thinking that a God will punish you For stupid petty things Stop thinking that just because you did wrong That he will throw you into a flaming ring
Life is more than kneeling and praying Life is more than finding salvation Stop thinking that a guy in the sky Is going to decide on your ultimate destination
Think for yourself, don't be lead on You are more than a thoughtless sheep Stop following an old balding man


I want my hands around your neck. You're not close enough yet. Silence slides down the back of your throat. Choke on love and despair. Vomit in your sacred fear. Realize that you are blind. I'll never come to terms with this.
Get your salt out of my wounds. I can save myself from these mistakes. I'm telling you I love you, But I'd rather see you drown. I don't keep my promises. You should know that for a change.


I saw the question Tap-dance on your tongue, Balance, quivering, on your pouted lips, And hang in the air, Like a lead-weight hair.
My response, Which trip-tied my tongue in knots, I pushed up, and up, and up The mountainsides of my cavern throat.
"What happened that night?"
I couldn't tell you.
Acanthine rope had sat, Majestic, Royal astride my throat.
I'd felt the silence throb and throb away, At this, my heartbeat's final dying day.
I'd watched the darkness come, a wave Of piss-soaked legs An


These pictures on the walls Remind me of her calls And the lights slowly fading As he drives away
Her screams, the fear in her voice I know she doesn't want this No, no No no no No, no No no no
And she screams No, no No no no No, no No no no
The guilt that's on my mind The pain I imagine, I feel worse and worse Because I couldn't help her
As she screamed No, no No no no No, no No no no
Running in the woods Finding nothing, but still terrified
Becau


I called you back today But you kept on driving Ran red lights just to get away I'd say you saw I caught you lieing
And oh she'll run Cause she can't face the truth Into the sun Yeah theres nothing left to lose When she feels like this For one mistake She won't come back to face the rest
Maybe it's for the best
So now you're gone What am I supposed to do? It all went so wrong So fast, did I ever know you?
Give me just one word And I'll try moving on instead And I don't care if they're slurred The


"You know... you really need help," Marcos commented dryly as he leaned lazily against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest. "You're kind of... sick, you know that?"
"Sick how?" Firian asked with a twisted sort of amusement as he leaned over the unconscious boy's body, his fangs bared and ready to pierce flesh. "A man's gotta eat."
"And that's why you're sick."
"This coming from the man who digs up dead people and uses them to carry out his twisted bidding."
Marcos only smirked, ignoring the retort as he eyed the unconscious boy. "Hope you like fast food. Your meal's waking up." &nb


Staring at the clock Seeing the second hand move... I'll take my time And watch the hours slip by. Glancing toward this month The days leave before my sight, Quickly the pages turn And now a year is up. But here I am Still starting at the clock Seeing the second hand move. And each second is another part of my life gone Each minute that goes by is wasted, I don't want my life to be like this... Wasted under the rule of others, Soon I'll get away Soon I'll be with you Soon... There will be no more wasted time.


When I was seven, I tried to commit suicide. Everything was dark, except the floor, a long way beneath me. My feet dragged me towards the edge of the building. All that I knew was that it was windy, and getting windier by the second, my neck was quite itchy, and I was about to die.
"Ring a ring a rosies, A pocket full of posies, "A-tishoo! A-tishoo!" We all fall down!"
I was never really a child. I had a childhood, and I looked like a child, but inside I was more like a machine. I did what I was told to do: I functioned.
"Survival is an instinct built into every animal on this planet:


leave the winding, whispering winds abandoned on dusty roads singing their tempting flights of fancy to they who leave their homes, all they've known for a thin taste of glory, a brief-sung name never to see home again in wake of dragons' gold
leave it for the fools to clamor chasing half-imagined dreams lest you, too, become as smoke and ash on a long-forgotten plain and for a fleeting, shining moment
live


Walking through the night - By Magnus Sonne 'Ensutee' Nielsen
Walking through the night with little sense of path or directions, just walking through the night filling my head with questions.
Walking through the night while my thoughts are running free, like a wildfire across a plain as far as the eye can see.
Turning and burning every straw and stone it can find, looking for answers to the ocean of questions on my mind.
Am I too nervous? Am I too cheerful?
Am I too silly? Am I too lazy?
Am I too childish? Am I too careful?


We were married in Vegas. Julian wasn't working and we didn't have the money for a big party. My engagement ring was from a pawn shop, and the wedding bands were a gift from a friend. She had claimed them in her divorce settlement. At least the dress was genuine: it was my mom's. Our honeymoon equated to three nights in the desert, two bottles of whiskey and a rented caravan. Julian promised things could only get better.
The day we found the motel just about saved us. The ad was dusty and discoloured, as though it had been taped to the window of that service station for years. Maybe it had. I didn't know why I took it, but


Sitting on the park bench Just waiting, waiting For something, someone.
With earphones on, Time passes by slowly- Much too slowly As you can hear your thoughts. (this sweet, melancholy music.)
Your playlist knows this (trust me.) Music plays -just over and over- In your head Your soul.
Songs about Friendship and fun.
And now you know These summer day


Black keys reflect off the frustrated windows in front of my eyes.
I feel the painful light resonating in my chest. The emotions cruelly thrust down my throat; wanting to escape with bursts of sharp sound.
The keys flow with logicality, but I pay no attention. I only see the keys which will release this fire within me; making my insides charred and crisp, while my outside stays soft and plush.
One note, one sound, one emotion.


A story about a man who was scared to turn round
He sat in front of stone wall Lit by fire he had made. Shadows were for him recall And had power to persuade That something scary from behind Hants for him an wants to kill. Fear was unheard an wild Could him make forever kneel.
He believed in all nightmares That his eyes could only see.
A frightful soul bled in snares In underground of memory Strongly chained in iron fetters
Without hope or living choice. Seems to be no real matters For him to find inner voice. &nbs


the missing you is so strong inside livid and angry burning stronger during the night consuming me with the memory of your face your cricked grin
and lopsided ears
blue-gray eyes clear and beautiful handsome face and curly brown hair laughter is your language you spoke it to me all the time
pure eyes watching me black sunglasses perched on your head your hands strong and protecting you understand my silence you never asked for more than that from me
Ankles crossed completely relaxed steady, your hand balances a cup of wa


Rubble. Ruin. That is all that he saw. The final day of Kilikon has come. Fires rampage over the skyline of the city. Light and noise flare from parts of the city still at war. Crying of Takri' mothers and children, scream of dieing men distinctive sound of the air burning as a beamer went off; a boom for every slug; a crack for every chem and bomb. Melcash gave a look of disgust hidden behind his mask, his helmatrix, as he looked out over this broken capitol of a soon to be doomed world. A time to end this madness, he thought, this is not balance; this is not Chaos Law, this is extinction. The tables have turned too far, as I firs
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