Anyone willing to share their artwork? Perhaps some poetry? Something shorter than a novel, preferably? Anyone? Anything?
Anyone willing to share their artwork? Perhaps some poetry? Something shorter than a novel, preferably? Anyone? Anything?
"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
-Humphrey Bogart
"Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink."
-Lady Astor to Winston Churchill
"Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it."
-His reply
"If God had intended us to drink beer, He would have given us stomachs."
-David Daye
Um, okay.
I have several. This one is on topic...
Dancing Ivy
I entered to watch
The movement, the moment, the missing element;
I entered to watch naked women dance.
Drank a screwdriver, smoked a
couple cigarettes
and saw her:
bending in the wind of her mind
to the beat of the music.
My heart fluttered as I watched
this smooth limbed goddess
entwined around a silver chromed pole
gymnast muscles stretching inner thighs
shadows guarding a mystical portal
gliding over taut belly, past half-moon mounds
I sat back. The music was over
she left the stage. Another drink,
another cigarette.
It wasn’t planned, but when she walked
out, dressed again, I had to express
in some small shoddy way
So I called to her and said:
“I had no change before, to
tip you, so here, take this�
and gave here a clump of green paper.
She smiled and accepted. My heart
murmured again.
Another cigarette, to cool my ardor
control my wishing, my soulful clamor
sipped up Vodka, watched misty dancers
who were no longer real. My eyes
seemed drawn instead to the
woman who had smiled at me
Now night air fresh on my skin
the cool breeze wafting away
my fantasy haze
A moment captured,
a moment almost lost; but for
this paltry verse--and an empty purse.
Incidentally, i wrote this poem on coctail napkins in a SC (for a dancer with the stager "Ivy"), it is a rarity for me in that it all came kind of at once. I didn't edit it much, this one is pretty much as it came to me. I did tighten things up a bit, eliminate useless verse, but all in all what you read is what was on those couple of napkins.
If you are into Norse Myth you'll get this one, but otherwise... forget it.
Twilight
At last the Day came
that foretold from the Beginning
The Twilight of the Gods upon us at last.
I knew it to be so,
by whispers in my ear of spirit ravens
by wisdom gained at the cost of a blue eye
in Mimir's Well.
The Day the Norns had promised:
Ragnarok.
Heimdall Eagle-eye let sound
the Gjallerhorn, and I knew
for sure.
On the Plains of Ida, We gathered.
Aesir and Vanir arrayed for war.
With my good eye, I gazed upon them
from my high seat Gladskjialf.
My proud people preparing to die.
Was it all come to this?
For this did I hang upon
Yggdrasil for nine nights?
In the end, all my wisdom
has averted not my doom.
Fenris awaits.
My people call for me.
Invoking my Names as a charm
against the coming Dark.
They pray to me for luck in battle--
but to whom might the Allfather pray?
With heavy heart and fingers numb
I go down to join my people.
I do not show them my fear.
Thor, my son is there
beard fiercely bristling
Mjolnir in hand. Frey,
laughing Faery Lord, armed only with
the antlers of a stag.
I know they will all die, and I with them.
What a fate for We who are the Lords of the Seven Worlds!
Sharp eyed Heimdall points to Bridge Bifrost
and we see the enemy approach.
Thrym and his Frost Giants sail to war on ships
crafted from dead mens nails.
Surter of the Flames, rose up from Muspelhein
with the Deamons of Fire.
Loki, bonds burst and howling for vengence,
with all the Dead of dark Niflheim moaning for the
hot blood of Gods.
Our Doom is at hand.
Up from the sea,
Loki's second son, Jormangundr, the World Serpent
Rears its grisly head
Rising high enough to darken the skies.
It's elder Brother, the Wolf Fenrir
Shatters its Dwarrow-forged chains
and howls its bottomless hatred.
In the sky, Jotuns in the shape of black wolves
Chase down and devour Moon and Sun--
Nightfall is upon us. The Fimbulvintr comes.
The Abyss waits gaping at my feet,
and all about the Maelstrom rages.
It is said that one must either weather a storm
Or be swept away. My wisdom,
Wisdom born of Mimir's Well and
Nine nights on the World Ash,
Tells me a third choice:
Ride the gale, and seek Glory in Destruction.
Lifting my head high,
I catch the scent of War.
Fear flies from My heart
As I remember Who I am--
Odin Allfather, Grimnir,
Rune-Lord and Gallows-God.
I scream My battle-cry
as I lead my Host to war
My Ravens about My head
My Wolves racing at My side
Mighty Sleipnr's eight hooves
Crack the ground like thunder.
The Hordes of Einherar out of Valhalla
surging behind
Singing their death-songs for the second time.
Our enemies scatter like leaves in a gale
Before our fury.
A clear, pure joy rises in my heart
as I wield Fell Gungnir to slay the foe--
All about Me and in My wake,
Hel claims her due.
I see Bright Frey fall 'neath Surtr's fiery blade.
Thor smashes Jormangundr's skull, walks nine steps
And falls, stone dead.
In a foaming frenzy, Heimdall and Loki
Slay one another, bitter foemen to the end.
Finally, Fenris rises before Me,
His monstrous jaws agape.
My destiny awaits--
I set my spear
Spur my mount,
And like a comet
Plunge forward to meet My fate.
Here's a "wet" one...
Dark
Fanciful fingers feathering across my face
Silent sultry song seducing you without notes in the night
Teasing tongue tasting turgid peaks,
Gentle ghostly gestures, haunting and hungry
Ripely rich and randomly erotic sensations
Sending chills chasing up your spine
Trailing tresses blown tenderly by balmy breezes,
Waves of want wafting, willfully wanton
Cooling caresses over molten skin,
Consoling, taunting, soothing, enticing
Lost lover, unseen, lushly lathing your legs,
Reliving the raw raging culmination of passion
Full moon mounting a black velvet sky, mocking my emotions,
Lighting my limbs, illuminating my isolation
Warm wicked wind, cuddling, cradling your curves,
Enveloping me in illusion, silently singing me into slumber
On second though, no. I think that one's mine. Only mine. TOO personal.
This one, in my opinion, sucks... But... It's done, there's nothing more i can add to it, so this is what i'm like when i suck.
Lust
We see each other and you glance your askance, across the crowded floor,
I make my way through bodies in motion; you know you need search no more.
Your breathtaking smile, it answered mine, as I take you by the hand,
I pull you close and enfold you form, as we're hypnotized by the band.
We twist and grind, lost in our selves, we're urged on by the beat,
with roving hands I caress you gentle, building on the music’s heat.
As tempo speeds and drumbeats roar, both carried to ecstatic state,
you firmly grasp my hardened length, feeling my bloods pumping rate.
The song has ended but we cannot part, so I guide you to a darkened corner of the room,
To sit at a table caressing and talking, still lulled by the rhythm and high off your perfume.
I slip my hand under your skirt; the music drowns out your moans, as my fingers play inside,
You undo my pants and drop your head in my lap, bringing sensations in a rushing tide.
I pull you up to kiss your lips, as I pull your panties aside,
you slide in my lap to melt down my shaft, and to the rhythm you ride.
I move my hand up under your shirt, to squeeze nipple hardened breasts,
now at fevered pitch, unheard moans and screams, as drumbeat crests.
I seek to set your world aflame, holding fast and grinding to the tune,
I pull your hair and nibble your neck, both knowing that we'll cum soon.
Luckily the music still pounds, blaring over uncontrollable orgasmic screams,
the music has ripped individualism apart, and sown us together at the seams.
We now enjoy a languid bliss, as the music slowly fades away,
Though the music’s magic's done, locked together in its spell we stay.
The poems i posted are the ones i'm probably most comfy with. the ones i share the most (Plus they are finished, it takes me years to 'finish' a poem). Most of my poetry is just too close to me, if you know what i mean. It would be like posting my diary.
I can post a painting, but I need a host or whatever to post it. I have my bod that I had taken
hmm? I can post my sis's but thay might piss her off
sorry typing out loud :undecided:
How about one of me by our photographer
This one makes me look goody goody
photographer -J Powers





Well this is what I did for 4 years at college...
No i didnt go to school for this...its just what i did during my classes...lol
Here's a shitty one...but its all I got on this comp.
Here's one written during my darker days...
Lies
They say time heals all wounds.
They lie.
Time merely gives the wound a chance to fester.
Eventually it becomes infected, swollen, sore.
Instead of improving, it destroys your life from within.
If the wound is large enough, the pain deep
enough, it leaves you bitter, angry.
Soon your life seems bleak. Nothing left to live for.
Everything grows dull, nothing holds your interest for long.
Death is the only thing you long for. To know that sweet peace.
What dreams pervade the forever sleep?
Even nightmares become preferable to reality.
Soon it all fades to black, and you feel the release.
Release from pain, anger, hatred, depression, misery.
Release.
They lie.
And upon escaping those days...
The Wanderer
The forest was cold, dull and dreary. Despite that I knew it was spring, no life seemed evident. How long I had been trapped alone with the gray and dying trees I could not recall, but it had been some long time. My mind strayed from the past and I stared around me.
Many types of trees surrounded me, yet everywhere I looked the leaves seemed old, abused. There was no luster, no sheen on them. Worm eaten holes were evident all over, no tree seeming to be exempt from the desecration that had befallen what once must have been beautiful woodland.
No sun shone through the overhead mesh of branches. What sky I could see was overcast with clouds that threatened rain, but produced nothing. It was as though even the sky had lost its will to carry out its normal duties.
The air stirred not a bit, no breeze blew and as I walked it seemed to be lifeless, not resisting my passage, but not accepting it either. My nose caught not the slightest hint of scents, not even the pines gave off their sweet smells of sap. Quiet reigned; no birds sang, no leaves stirred, not a single animal pranced and danced.
It appeared I was completely alone, no semblance of life anywhere. At first I tried humming to fill the noiseless void, but it seemed out of tune, clashed with the nature of this place. Instead I sang, silly songs, songs of my youth...the notes fell flat and mirthless to the carpet of dull brown pine needles.
There was no real fear, no emotion at all in fact. You would expect paranoia to abound, to be constantly looking over your shoulder, expecting at any minute that something horrendous would appear to ravage you. Not so, I tell you now. I spent most of the time feeling the lifelessness seep into me. Eventually I knew I would give up, lay down and never move again, becoming just another carcass in this forest of decay.
For long and long I wandered. Time passed without count and I quickly lost track of the days, weeks, months. Lost alone and lonely, I plod through the drear landscape, my only fear that I would be trapped alone forever.
One day as I wandered I caught a glimpse of something and had to stop to rub my eyes. My mind had been dulled by the lack of vibrance and I couldn't be sure if what I had seen was real. But whatever it had been passed out of my vision quickly. There had been a flash of light and color, glorious life, but no longer could I see it.
Men trapped in the desert will often hallucinate an oasis, a beautiful, cool pool with palm trees and lush grass, to soothe the aching in their souls, I knew. Perhaps this was what it had been, merely an oasis of the mind in this, my own private hell.
I took a second to seek the general direction that this figment of my imagination had come from and began slowly wandering towards it. Could it be possible? Could there really be some sort of life, beauty amidst all this death and decay?
I could not, would not, get my hopes up. Coherent thought had long become nigh on impossible, my mind becoming as dull, numb and lifeless as the scenery surrounding, and to think that I could find a balm from this cursed state was to do for myself. Yet—just perhaps—I felt it was necessary to at least try. If nothing else, it broke the monotonous wandering, the monochromatic landscape.
For a goodly time I continued catching glimpses of color, life, beauty. It seemed that I was drawing closer, but closer to what I wasn't sure. Then, without warning, I had arrived.
I stared, suddenly in awe. My mind went into a great state of shock as my soul soared through the skies of wonder and amazement. Eyes widening until they nearly popped out of their sockets I tried to drink in the scene in front of me, to soak up the majesty of what I had found.
Standing in the midst of the drear forest I gazed upon a glade of infinite beauty. Everywhere my eyes touched were beautiful flower gardens, rose bushes, peonies and tulips grew side by side in an amazing arrangement that captivated my eye. The ground was covered in a lush carpet of the most stunningly soft green grass. The trees surrounding the oasis swayed in a gentle clean breeze, their leaves carrying a brilliant sheen of life. I could hear birds singing, and smell the sweet aroma of life.
Ever so cautiously I set foot inside this most wondrous of places. I feared to tread with conviction, in the event that this was a mirage, that in fact it would disappear in a puff of smoke. My spirit soared, and I smiled at the sudden livening of all my nerve endings. Senses bombarded with life, color and beauty I slowly rotated on the ball of my foot, drinking in the sight.
Once more I was forced to stop, shaken. Where I knew the entrance to the glade should be, the exit from this Eden into the dull, drear land of nod beyond, there was only the continuation of this magnificent place. It continued as far as my eye could behold. In confusion I took yet another step, more firmly this time. Still the garden remained. Another step and another took me deeper into this newfound land of glory, and still there was no sign of an exit.
Suddenly the thought struck me that I had not given myself utterly to this place, a part of me was indeed hanging on to the gloom of my prior habitat. As I slowly crouched to catch the scent of a particularly vibrant red rose, I heard a little still voice.
It whispered on the gentle winds, sighed from the swaying leaves, echoed from dew resting lightly on the petals of a sweet rose. This soft whisper infused me with a feeling of peace and joy, opened my eyes to the glories of life and carried my very being to heights never before dreamed of.
"Open your heart," the breeze called, "for you have come home."
Tears stood on my cheeks as I willingly accepted the love, joy and beauty that had been missing from my life. The beauty of the garden still abounds, the colors growing brighter every day I remain. As I lie here in the sweet heather I often think back to the forest and contrast it in my own mind.
Never again shall I wander that awful place, that heart and soul numbing woods. For I have truly come home.





Wow,wolfie.Nice work!!!
One of woman's cardinal rule: Body parts can be fake,everything else has to be real.
一个女人的枢机规则:肢体可以伪造,一切必须真实.
中国大CHINESE BIG BOOBS!!!中国大
Thanks, sweetie. These were really important to me, and hold quite a few memories.





Awwwwwww!!!!!
One of woman's cardinal rule: Body parts can be fake,everything else has to be real.
一个女人的枢机规则:肢体可以伪造,一切必须真实.
中国大CHINESE BIG BOOBS!!!中国大
This isn't that good but I thought I would throw it in the mix....
Sea Glass
Its seems as even though I struggled so
My fingers could not meet close enough
As to not let the time slip through
Childish hopes and dreams
Seeped slowy from my own hands
Glittering as they fell upon the ground
And were washed away by the sea
How the sea changed them
Smoothed over their rough ridges
They came back to me so changed
The hopes and dreams
I did not recogize them as my own
P.S.
I REALLY enjoyed everyone else's posts. Thank you for sharing!!! I think everyone should have some sort of artistic outlet to express themselves
THE GARDEN OF THE BLIND
Last night I closed my eyes again
and climbed aboard the insanity train
Driver take away my troubled mind
and leave me in the garden of the blind
Left alone without my eyes I'll never hear my tortured cries
Left alone without my ears I'll never see my deepest fears
Here in the garden I can't taste love and I don't smell hate
Nothing can touch me now I've left the world beyond the gate
In the garden everything wrong is right
so I wander its paths in the pale moonlight
I stand in shadow waiting for my tattered soul
watching wondering what will it take to make me whole?
Everyone here has paid a price to forget the pain
paid but the price was paid in vain
So I see you sit by the garden gate unable to come on in side
no one else can survive my wild ride
Sooner or later my time here must end
but I don't know if I can leave my black hearted friend
Crying tears hidden deep inside I say farewell to the garden of the blind
and continue searching for the pieces of my shattered mind
Blade
It's playtime!
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BROKENBLADE
Welcome to hell, c'mon inside
you can run but never hide
Just lie back and try not to cry
before I'm thru you'll want to die
You'll soon learn to fear me
as I strip away your dignity
In every mans eyes you'll see my brutality
say goodbye to your peaceful reality
As your brain freezes over with fear
I'll rip away all you hold dear
At night when you see my face in your dreams
will you know I'm laughing at your screams?
You're not the first life I've shattered
and yours won't be the last soul left tattered
There's so many lives left for me to ruin
so many heads to leave spinning in confusion
Say goodbye to the calm you once knew
it ain't over even though I'm thru
Now I'll take your soul as a petty token
cuz I made you, made you mine, and you're BROKEN
KISSING YOU SOFTLY
When I look into your eyes, I see reflections of your soul
It's empty and cold, wanting only to be made whole
As I slowly win your heart, I see it's full of soprrow and pain
from one too many love affairs that died in vain
Do you have a name for the heartache that haunts your dreams?
have you come to accept what true loneliness means?
Do you even realize just how happy I could make you feel
if you would only let me make your fondest desire real?
When you hold my hands, do you see the joy I can bring to you
if you would let me love you the way you want me to?
As we hold each other close and tight in the calm of night
do you ask yourself why this feels so damn right?
When I kiss you softly, I taste the pain that haunts your past
and I see you alone with hopes and dreams that didn't last
As I hold you in my arms, I want to be the one to fix the hole
and show you love isn't an emotion you can control
I've touched you deeply and seen the pain behind your eyes
now I want to take you to a world without anger and lies
If you let me, I promise to love you more every single day
and never let you go, no matter what may come our way
When I kiss you softly, are you waiting for happiness to end?
Well, are you?
BLADE
When the club owner is named Vlad, the lap dances can be deadly...
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These are abstracts that I did in middle school, I never colored them so if anyone is bored, have at it...
If someone wants to make them smaller also...thanks
So..... no one wants to color my crappy work huh? LOL![]()
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FINE!
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I'm workin on it! It's just that well, I suck at art so it's takin forever
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