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Happy Birthday No amount of words in poetry or prose can describe my feelings about you, although I keep collecting the words I feel do the best job at it.Happy Birthday by That1PersonUForgot
I sleep with my window open at night, no matter the temperature, because my parents took my air-conditioner out and now the hum of that old machine does not play in my dreams anymore- I have to replace that with the sounds of the trees rustling outside. My little dog has always provided the warmth I need to survive, but I never knew I would find a greater heat inside my heart whenever I am with you.
A year ago, I was in love with two boys who both disappointed me, yet I could not get them out of my head. It is funny to think a preacher’s son would be making out with a girl three times his size in the hallway, but your brother’s behavior has always been bizarre. So far, you have amazed me by not being a typical teenage boy. You don
Dark ThingsYou blew all sixteen of your candles outDark Things by That1PersonUForgot
in one bated breath- the dim light disappeared from your brown eyes
and I could've sworn in that unholy moment
I saw a spur of growth from your soul.
(Because only dark things
grow in the dark).
Adulthood's HourglassWelcome to the twisted, corrupted paths of something called adulthoodAdulthood's Hourglass by ZakuFox-Kun
Where direction is entirely lost and the way cannot be understood
If your education is the chain that weighs your body down
Then your labor is the shackle that binds your body now
The journey will be rough, but don’t look back
Forgiveness is lost on those who might lack
It’s time you prepare to make a choice
In one you certainly won’t rejoice
Release the dreams you plotted
They’re simply not allotted
In the land you’re to enter
Where work is the only center
This black and white city of misery
A schedule fit so the strong grow weary
A country ruled by the king named Money
Whose lies are fatal as poison, but sweet as honey
Yes, here in the real world, your life is now controlled
Now, listen to your new master, do everything as you’re told
Until the time comes for you to take your leave of this cruel place
Just another pawn in this game of life, death will be your saving gra
crow comes courtingresplendent in a black glosscrow comes courting by jade-pandora
of feathered robes...
crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows
and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,
his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply-
the visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,
the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding
into estuaries, and ripples
where tadpoles skip and dart
beneath lily pads in the random and
rapid blink of each tiny vortex
our walls are too thinsitting togetherour walls are too thin by insomniaplague
you can hear my heart hitting
against my chest like a broom to the ceiling
& the neighbor upstairs
begins to scream
the wind breaks a hole in my skull
you can hear my thoughts:
words whispered in paper rooms
& you have a cup to my ear
i am 16 now
but sometimes we forget that
we are not teapots or socks in the wastebasket
& the holes in our heads are not signs of well-worn affection
passion is a sinA faith-healerpassion is a sin by insomniaplague
A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit
No virgin mother
just passion as a god
lets the writers get it wrong
A Stranger'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.'A Stranger by poetic-headache
dripped off his thin lips.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering.
'you're a stranger, so why should i care.'
'you'll vanish today,'
to sticks of flesh and bone.
'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.'
a harsh white sky.
spume and spray
like a too-taunt sheet.
longing for dreams.
pulling me down.
shining and smooth:
like the last moments
of falling asleep.
'i want you to stay a stranger.'
PleaseI'm bashing on your doorPlease by HystericalNapoleon
The lights are on
I know you're in there
Why won't you open up to me?
Please, I just want to help
I know it's cold outside
You're worried that if you come out
You'll get frostbite
But I'm there to loan you my coat
So please, I just want to help
You've been hurt to many times
You're hiding in your fortress of cynicism and sarcasm
But I can see you through the window
I can see the real you
Please, I won't judge for being who you really are
|Hello, all members of Insomnia Artist |
I hope everyone is having fun and enjoying their time
This is just a very simple reminder ^^
The gallery has now been divided into Folders, please make sure that you do submit your work to the right folder of where it should belong to.
as its name implies; here is where you'll submit any work that has to do with manipulating photos
you're a writer; then this is your Folder! ^^ long Stories, short stories, poems, fanfiction- etc
for anything that has been drawn and colored digitally, with a tablet or even a mouse
pencil, water colors, markers, or any other traditional medium ^_^
if the folders above did not match with your work; then submit it in here! ^^
As for the Featured folder; this is where the I-A staff will feature the best of works done by our dear members.
Your ArtWork must be made at night
Only up to 2 submissions per week
Any kind of work is accepted, but please do follow the code
Be nice towards each other!
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