Show me your BEST ORIGINAL ART
Seems like everyone on the forums are calling for fan art so lets shake it up a bit
but hold your horses folks lets get some ground rules in first
-POST HERE YOUR BEST ORIGINAL ART, NO FAN ART PLEASE
doesn't matter if its OC's or a portrait of a friend, just make sure it isn't fan art
-NO FETISHES/ OVERTLY GORY/SEXY STUFF
-MAX 3 THUMBNAILS
Anyone who posts here who I particularly like will get posted in my featured journal If you break any of the above rules though then your comment will be ignored
Feel free to have a look through my Gallery
and if you like what you see give my Facebook page a www.facebook.com/StaxMaye
but hold your horses folks lets get some ground rules in first
-POST HERE YOUR BEST ORIGINAL ART, NO FAN ART PLEASE
doesn't matter if its OC's or a portrait of a friend, just make sure it isn't fan art
-NO FETISHES/ OVERTLY GORY/SEXY STUFF
-MAX 3 THUMBNAILS
Anyone who posts here who I particularly like will get posted in my featured journal If you break any of the above rules though then your comment will be ignored
Feel free to have a look through my Gallery
and if you like what you see give my Facebook page a www.facebook.com/StaxMaye
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Vodka on RocksEnclosed in darkness, my frigid
window pane, in cold morning fog
he sits, alone, I wish I could
kiss his doubts away, and wonder
'will he ever?', I'll never know.
/
I remember hands on me, he
used to tell me, 'you'll be okay',
and faded paper in my hand
is all I have for memory.
A full moon rises up ahead.
/
Oh how I wish he would return
his voice, his breath, his scent around
my glass of vodka, vodka on
rocks he bought me, you know I still
keep it. I don't like alcohol.
/
He always knew just how I felt
could coax me with a look, a word,
and I was his, yet he didn't say
anything. Just sat there and stared
fists clenched arms folded, over tea.
/
Older, older, I'm never old
enough, to see stained evening snow
even though it collects at my
feet and won't let go, no no no!
He wants me safe and protected.
/
It means a stroke of sleepless nights
thick protruding veins, hazy blur,
three beer cans later, on the floor.
Try to move on, nothing works but
bashing my head against the wall
/
'i love