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This is a [writing] blog. Perhaps I'll keep it like a journal, writing out my feelings into a story. But I don't mind doing drabbles! Please read the rules from here on out!
I was given this site today, as I had saw some pictures and my curiosity got me. So I tried drawing them (but I don’t think they turned out so well) so I’m going to write about them the best that I can.
They aren’t going to be very normal (it is about monster girls/boys) so if you don’t like them, you can choose to ignore them or unfollow me. Up to you.
[Thank you so much! I really love your poetry! <3
I tried my hand at doing poetry again. It’s been a long time. I think it all sounds childish though. But I couldn’t really come up with anything.]
Sweet or bitter,
Real or fake.
Dreams are whatever,
Our mind wants to make.
Flying up high,
Or digging down low.
The Captain of a Pirate Ship,
To a bundled up eskimo.
Dreams cause our reality
and imagination to bend.
But when we wake up,
It all comes to an end.
I wonder if I should keep the music on my blog as piano music or I should change it to music box. What does everyone find more relaxing?
I know this is normally for drawing, but I thought it would be fun to do for some sort of drabble or something.
My eyes watched him like a pendulum as the man in the white coat paced back and forth in front of me. He only stopped to slam the clipboard on the table. I stepped up to him and I could see various charts of data, all covered with excessive notes that he had made. Above all, I could see that his mouth was turned down. Bringing my hand up to my lips, I mimicked the expression. This was a frown, yes? When my eyes returned to his face, trickles of moisture seemed to be spilling down his cheeks in drops; something that I did not understand.
Once there was a very beautiful, very fragile Marionette who use to dance in a glass box. The dances were always very eloquent, drawing much attention from the streets. Young, old, tall, short… The Marionette saw many faces and danced for them all, satisfied and content with their appreciative smiles and laughter. Some would only glance, others would come to see her dance everyday. Children watched with big, excited eyes, pressing their faces to the glass even. Elder ladies and gentlemen would smile, their own eyes crinkling and giving an old spark of admiration.
And then after that, well, you’ll see~
Anyone have any requests/ideas/prompts?
