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"The Black Sheep" by ~decomposerdoll portrays how the black sheep is the odd one out because it doesn't follow its herd. Instead of conforming, be yourself!
I'm use to visualize things just to remember them easier . The idea comes is rather random, Whenever my ideas come, I write it down as little notes or a simple drawing that will helps me remember them easier. And in the weekends, here is when things happened. I practice photography mostly by weekends. I list down things that needs to buy and prepare. Then I make the photos. It should take around 2, 3 hours top to finish a photography project.
During weekdays, if you have free time, go online and search for arts that relate to your ideas. That way, it can help you become more creative.
And in the weekends, here is when things happened. I list down things that needs to buy and prepare. Then I make the photos. It should take around 2, 3 hours top to finish a photography project. Even if you don't finish your work after 3 hours, you should stop anyway and try to re-doing them next week. By that time, I think that your mind will create something even betterAt least, that's what I used to and still doing
Well, my concepts are really simple, so there's not much of a challenge when creating them, there is only one picture that actually made my heart beat fast is :
I actually have to jump to the roof of a building to shoot. Well , how do I overcome it, just breathe deep and seek for every possible solutions then proceed ^^ We have to face our problems sooner and later, so why not the present!!
Well, I always tell the story behind my pictures in the Artist's comment, and they sometimes too long to readIf I can choose, I would love to choose:
It's my favorite because I don't even know that I can write like that![]()
"Why something so simple could suddenly seemed so COMPLICATED???" was the question on deck !!! Then , Suddenly I realized , I've been dramatized my life all over in the past and now I just make it become more simple. At least that's what I tried to do, but even today , I still can't manage for things to stay simple. Not that I'm pretend to make it complicated , but life just throw things to me I guessBut fortunately , all was not lost !!! Just because I can't be simple in real life doesn't mean my ARTs have to stay that way !!! ---> I stay TRUE with myself in ART !!! Yay
Like I always say, never stops looking for inspiration, it's not something that you can take for granted, you have to seek for it, hunt it down and rip it open to see what it can give you. You can read ( again , read) everything I can say here :
And again, goodluck you guys and just don't stop believe in something you choose. Yearning to it , "rape" it until you get it

Have you seen my dream?Have you seen my dream?
It's not that big
But it is mine.
Have you heard my opinion?
It's worth two cents
It's worth every dime.
Have you touched my heart?
It is very fragile
But I am willing to share.
Have you seen my dream?
It may not be much
But at least I dare.

Just a Dream. Please.I feel...
that this is a dream.
None of it's real.
Nothing's what it seems.
But sometimes I wake
with a gasp and a start.
Like being thrown in a lake,
the cold waking my heart.
And I look up in fear
at what I've done.
It's bringing me to tear,
this monster I've become.
The things I've said,
the people I've hurt.
I wish I were dead,
Six feet in the dirt.
This can't be real.
I won't let it be.
I don't want to feel.
I don't want to be me.
So I slip back into dreams,
where everything's okay.
Nothing's as it seems,
but I get through the day.


ComposureI don't know.
I just don't know anymore.
Who I am,
What I want.
Where I've been,
What I've done.
What I was,
And what I'll become.
My mind is blurry,
Thoughts all muddled,
Mixed in a broth of pain and sorrow.
My apologies are sour,
Worthless little lies.
Even though I mean them,
They do nothing to satisfy.
They can't staunch the pain,
Nor the tears can they hide.
My body shakes with tension,
My jaw twitches in apprehension.
Soon I'll lose control,
Of the demons raging inside.
The murderous, ravenous beasts they are...
If my guard should fall,
I fear I may hurt them all,
All those who are kind to me.
Thus I cannot be,
The one that is tr

Cat's CradleShe looks at the world,
And sees only black and white.
Cries tears of blood,
But cannot die.
Porcelain skin,
Raven hair,
Eyes deep brown,
Lips of lightest pink,
Razored nails,
And hidden arms.
She hides her pain,
But fixes those in need.
She's not someone,
Or a normal one.
She's a special one,
A First one.
She always gets what she wants,
But not always when she needs it.
The silence kills her,
And in turn kills me.
She is my Kitten,
But also my Queen.
She doesn't believe me,
When I tell her my love.
She says she hates me,
I say I love her.
I'm stupid and weird,
And she likes it in me.
We're both off our rockers,
But better to be off with