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cowards don't know how to loveyou couldn’t take me nowcowards don't know how to love by LustingforLove
as a woman with just new found legs
stumbling into each punch
and still pushed to tears
with a handful of words
so i know you couldn’t love me
not when i rattled the cage
slipped loose the chains
because there is a rabid beast
it dwells in me
you couldn’t take a bruise to your ego
let alone a massacre of the heart
you’re battle shy, grew up in peace
little lamb, summertime boy
in a world only five miles wide
the horizon just green, green pastures
open for you to conquer
with your wooden sword
and no opposing armies
i learned young how to pull out shrapnel
clean the wound with fire
i’ve got the scars to prove it
you call me a liar
because i’ve still got a child’s face
and light in my eyes
it could be worse
i could’ve died in the fight
lost myself in the struggle
so i know you couldn’t love me
you love women in the shape of mothers
women that bend in the storm
and retreat into you for shelte
Today/TomorrowToday, the pain rages on in my breast.Today/Tomorrow by kimawolf15
Tomorrow, it will still be there.
Today, I wonder why I keep moving.
Tomorrow, I will pick my feet up.
Today, I let the tears fall again.
Tomorrow, I will dry my eyes.
Today, my smile does not exist.
Tomorrow, I will attempt to smile again.
Today, I yearn for that which I do not have.
Tomorrow, that feeling will still subsist.
Today, I kiss lips that do not readily respond.
Tomorrow, I will nurse my bruised emotions.
Today, I reach out for a hand that is not there.
Tomorrow, I will vainly search for that hand.
Today, I ponder on the worth of my existence.
Tomorrow, I will block those thoughts.
Today, I scream on the inside.
Tomorrow, I remain silent on the outside.
Today, my soul slowly withers and freezes.
Tomorrow, will everything finally change?
Castiel x Tsukiyomi: Dangerous Man, Part Two©Tamani A. BlackstoneCastiel x Tsukiyomi: Dangerous Man, Part Two by kimawolf15
“Ugh… Cass, next time I decide to play strip poker with you and Chris while stupidly drunk, please knock me out so I won’t make that mistake again. I swear, I still remember every single dick I saw. Even though I’ve seen all of them throughout most of my life, still… Ugh…”
“Aww, come on, Tsuki. It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Castiel smirked and stifled a laugh as the hung-over Alpha Female winced and rubbed her temple at the massive hang-over she was suffering from last night’s festivities.
“Cass, I’ve seen my share of dicks living in a practically-nudist pack of very well-endowed werewolves my whole life. For me to say last night was bad, means it was BAD.”
Castiel blushed slightly and squirmed in his seat as he remembered last night’s festivities, mostly the part where she fell into his arms, butt-naked and strangely horny. He supposed that alcohol had that effect on her
there's no salvation for moths in your world.when i was in middle schoolthere's no salvation for moths in your world. by Whyles
my art teacher told me that in abstract paintings
warm colors are laid over cool, and especially neutral, colors.
so when i sat atop the back table
and splattered my dusk blue tears of flimsy watercolor paints
atop the sickening yellow i despised so much,
she scolded me and put me out of her class
when i told her i didn't want to be kandinsky
and that she didn't know shit about art.
but i couldn't help but think about her
on my way to the hospital.
so tell me, ms. bame, am i killing myself right,
smothering ivory wrists with crimson stains?
would you let me stay in your class now,
hang me up in the art case?
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
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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
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