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If you joined earlier, you could have entered the Way Of Moderation. I think you would have liked it. Nice work. Prettyscetch.

Conclusions made from my experiments from usual material(poems)....
People like my drawings better than my poems. People like my short stories better than my poems. :/
Interesting.

That is not a failure! It is a very nice little penguin!

I'm confused. Why does the penguin have bunny ears? Also, I wish I could draw that well. All my talent seems to have gone to writing no fair!

If you joined earlier, you could have entered the Way Of Moderation. I think you would have liked it. Nice work. Prettyscetch.

But I've always thought you were made of tacks and dynamite D:

But I've always thought you were made of tacks and dynamite D:

Be proud of me, people. My first attempt BB coding something complex. Click the image to get a bigger one. :P



It's a Doo-dad.

Yes Tacky, very sexy indeed.

Yes Tacky, very sexy indeed.

but as weird as mine.

I'm sorry, I just had to point this out.... XD

Lol, I also consider myself to be good at grammar and spelling.

XD I failed.

I like your choice to get away from simple words and using their synonyms. Your imagery is very descriptive, and I feel your metaphors. When you use a metaphor I definitely know what it means. In other words, nice choice of words when you write a metaphor. Unfortunately, I don't feel the same "zing" I get whilst reading your poetry from your short story. I'm sure if you used a bit more description the story would be a bit better. Although I enjoyed the 3rd part, the 1st and 2nd were "meh."
Overall, if I were to give you a rating out of 10, I'd say you deserve a 8.5/10. Keep it up! Just so you know, I didn't read it from beginning to end.
*applause*

All I can say is... Wow.

I am insanely jealous. Along with mad writing skills, you've got some mad drawing skills too XD

Keep up the great work!

I like your choice to get away from simple words and using their synonyms. Your imagery is very descriptive, and I feel your metaphors. When you use a metaphor I definitely know what it means. In other words, nice choice of words when you write a metaphor.

Unfortunately, I don't feel the same "zing" I get whilst reading your poetry from your short story. I'm sure if you used a bit more description the story would be a bit better. Although I enjoyed the 3rd part, the 1st and 2nd were "meh."

Overall, if I were to give you a rating out of 10, I'd say you deserve a 8.5/10. Keep it up! Just so you know, I didn't read it from beginning to end.

You draw amazing heads... Just sayin'. Nice job with the BB coding, and also the drawing of course...

I iz disappoint, guys. :P

Despair

Between my fangs you will feel
The darkened gaze of death.
And as my jaws bite down
You'll breathe your final breath.
I'll devour all of your heart,
Your soul and dreams are mine,
And as you struggle to be free,
Only rusty chains you'll find.
Who am I? You ask as I coil,
Inside my hellish lair,
And I say, grin spreading wide,
I am called despair.

Despair

Between my fangs you will feel
The darkened gaze of death.
And as my jaws bite down
You'll breathe your final breath.
I'll devour all of your heart,
Your soul and dreams are mine,
And as you struggle to be free,
Only rusty chains you'll find.
Who am I? You ask as I coil,
Inside my hellish lair,
And I say, grin spreading wide,
I am called despair.

Oh, Wolfeh, you worry too much.
I was just in a creepy and soulless kind of mood, like always. :P
I realize the standard format thing, and I am working on changing it.
Thanks for reading mah poetry!

Sleep

paralysis of sleep, drifting deep,
To passages of mind and thoughts I keep.
Falling, crawling, the enthralling
scenes of horror do unfold.
The venom spreads and I do dread
Sleeping as the wights take hold.
Guilty thoughts that sting and ring
All the wrongs forgot for long now sing.
My ears ring with fears diving
To the withered ground through striving,
Crushing those opposing with my boots,
Only to be tripped by the ragged roots.
I flee fast from demons past,
Glaring, staring with spiteful eyes.
I cannot hide inside my own head,
And I stumble
My world crumbles
I've become the things I dread.