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Well... erm.... I like the tree...

But yeah Bunneh there are no proportions. Which are mildly vital to good artwork.

But yeah Bunneh there are no proportions. Which are mildly vital to good artwork.

That was quick. :P
Thanks jeol and bunneh.
And...thanks...nurvana...? XD
Yeah, I should work on my shading and proportions. I'm too used to doodling weirdly shaped cartoons.

And now a poem to distract you from the bad drawing.

I saw the horizon catch on fire
Blazing through the clouded spires.
The view up high was rent in two
It teared holes in the shrouded blue
Gazing down like the devil's eye
O how the sun does light the sky
Then the flames went out in a flash,
Nothing was left but cold gray ash.
Darkness covered the dusty air
And I imagined dark smoke rising there

WOO! I like it. As for proportions meh. At least I look tall It's great, much better than anything I could do. I also like that I have half a face, makes me mysterious!

Strategic posting!

WOO! I like it. As for proportions meh. At least I look tall It's great, much better than anything I could do. I also like that I have half a face, makes me mysterious!

A POEM! RARARARARARARA (in my own way)

Wow. Flows well. Interesting thought. It gives you a vivid picture of what is happening. You rhyme much better than I can Great poem, Tacky.

:P

So I'm drawing something for the Paarfam competition (I don't remember the actual name), and it is supposed to be scary. I can't draw scary, because I get scared of everything, and thus I am not a good gauge for myself. The few scribbles I made freaked me out so much that I had to turn them over on my desk so I wouldn't think about them when I was sleeping. :P

To the point (and I'm just telling my empty audience this because it will remind me when I glance here later): I'll be uploading the drawing soon-ish, and I'd like feedback on how to make it scarier.

So, I can't find my drawing. It's probably hidden somewhere deep in the recesses of my desk. Or. You know. Narnia. Anyways, here's a poem.

Looks like extended haiku is my default poem now. :b

I can taste your tears,
They fall from the darkened sky,
catching on my skin.

They're ice to the touch
Burning and still bittersweet
Filled with memories.

Who knew angels cried?
I can see you soaring there.
Soaring so far up.

Trust me, I'm still safe.
Fly far with your pearly wings,
Don't ever look back.

So evidently I can't draw scary things.



I tried. I really did. I used shading and weird eyes and disembodied heads and EVERYTHING. :/

Any tips would be welcome. Unless you're competing against me. :b

Also, 10,000 views!!! Thanks to all of you that read my poems and things!

8D
Maverick and Wolf commented on my thread. I feel accomplished. Now I just need Fallen, Ernie and some others and my life will be complete.

Thanks for the compliments and critiques, Maverick!
I'll fix the cross-hatching. I don't know why, but I thought it would make it creepier...somehow.... :P

So I'm going to attempt to write a short story again. I'm 70% certain I'll be able to actually finish this one, though I am 100% certain that it won't be as good as the previous one. :b

Cheers!

The flag so limply waves and furls
Tangled in the thorns
A dirty, soiled, shade of white
Tattered and folorn

The staff that once spoke aloud
For those who would not fall
The flag of nations has been replaced
By the final helpless call.

I guess I'm not interesting anymore, eh? :b
Or is my poetry just starting to deteriorate?

*gets idea*
Maybe I should try to write a Shakespearean play!

Iambic pentameter attempt 1:

Gold like the midnight sun, green like the leaves
The warmth, the hearth resonates in my mind
Those memories I keep that light up my night
Thoughts of the sun when the winters do blight
Like kindling through winter's iciest storms
Locked in my safe hidden deep beneath Earth
That I do save for when I cannot stand
When my legs shake beneath and I freeze 'lone
I'll take my memories and hold them close
And then the cold will stay in here no more
The frigid will melt away from my door
And I shall sit near the gold and the green
Stowing memories for 'nother cold eve.

Dont you dare say you're boring. People still look at your thread, sis.
So you finished my first line, eh? I really loved it. More!

Never doubt yourself like that again. You are very good, understand?