I just got back from a journey.
A man walked out of his apartment to shake off the dust of apathy and boredom. In the stale, wet air of the early morning he exhaled what remained of his old life. The stunning, icy water drops falling in unified sheets of change jarred him from the warm and static doldrum that was his life up until moments ago. The steady sound and consistant light of the city never failed and tonight offered a late night comfort to a soul weary of sloth and slumber; a comfort not from the quiet reassurances of yesterday, but from the mutable, fickle and unreliable tomorrow. He walked to escape familiarity, to escape associat
Beauty
"I always say that beauty is only sin deep." -Saki
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder but should come from within.
It is woven by the Seven Cardinal Virtues' story,
But is torn apart by even one Deadly Sin,
though mended by repentance, restored to former Glory.
Beauty in a soul is personality captured,
Wonderful to behold.
Beauty is a life full of secrets,
Just waiting to be told.
Looks do not determine who or what you are,
Beauty does not come from a glass
nor does it come from a jar-
True Beauty comes from outright class.
Beauty to some is physical, something they can feel;
But to me it is something a little more re
Well, I've been drawing so much for school that I haven't really wanted to draw much in what little spare time I have, that's the reason behind the lack of submissions lately. Hopefully these sketches will show off a little of what I've been doing.
Dámelo
by Juanes
Que tengo que hacer para tener
En mi labios esos tus labiecitos bonitos
Que te tengo que hacer para tener
De tu sabor un poquito
Que tengo que hacer para tener
En mis manos ese tu cuerpecito bonito
Que tengo que hacer para tener
De tu sabor un poquito
Esta noche yo te quiero conocer
Y estoy seguro de que t ú también
Esta noche a mí me quieres conocer
Así que ya no hay tiempo que perder
Que tengo que hacer para sentir
Entre mis piernas el roce de tus piernas divinas
Que tengo que hacer para sentir
De tú olor un poquito
Que tengo que hacer para llegar
Hasta la magia que ocultas e
I translated this from the original spanish. It is a love poem by Pablo Neruda, one of the best poets to ever set pen to parchment.
Poem of Love #19
My dark and agile girl, the sun which forms the fruit
and ripens the grain and twists the seaweed
has made your happy body and your luminous eyes
and given your mouth the smile of water.
A black and anguished sun is entangled in the locks
of your black mane when you hold out your arms.
You play in the sun as in a tidal river
and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.
My dark and agile girl, nothing draws me to you,
everything pulls away from me here in the noon.
You are the delirious
Nice work , most of your pieces look really cute , i forgat that characters name the one on your avatar , wat was it again ?? Kapoo?? i forgat Lol
anyways keep practicing , you'll get even better at it!