Come and share ur creative side :)

[minnie_2006]

Heya,
I know there's been related topics to this a while back but I hate bumping up old threads, so I thought I would start a fresh new thread . Basically here you can share anything creative: poems, stories, drawings, paintings, icons etc. I'll try and share some stuff but right now I don't have anything. So have fun

 

[DisneyGirl421]

This was written awhile ago... It has a bit of a Romeo & Juliet-type feeling to it.

I know this is wrong.
We shouldn’t be together.
We’ve got everything against us.
If they found us,
They would never let us be.
But when I’m with you,
I forget about everything.
Forget about the worries,
Forget about the stress,
Forget about the fear.
All I see is you,
All I think is you,
All I want is you.
Whenever I look into your eyes,
I feel like I’m on top of the world.
Whenever we kiss,
I feel like I’m in heaven.
Whenever we touch,
I don’t want to let go.
But you know as well as I,
That all good things must come to an end.
It’s killing me inside,
The fear of their discovery.
If only we were somewhere else,
Anywhere but here.
Here, we’d never be together.
There, we’d be together forever.
Nothing would be in our way.
But alas, we are here.
And we must go our separate ways.
I’ll love you forever and always,
But this is goodbye.
Hopefully not forever, though,
For if it were true,
I’d never be happy again.
Goodbye, my love.

I honestly have no idea where the inspiration for this came from...

 

[minnie_2006]

wow that's really good!!! I'm studyin Romeo and Juliet at the mo . I love it!! It's so romantic.

Good stuff

 

[IrishTink]

this is a poem i wrote in 6th grade:

Broken paths are joined together. The world's children will grasp hands and rejoice.
We are all one family.
Peace and harmony are what we are going to abide by.
Love and passion will be spread out through all the earth.
Cultures will meet each other in friendship not in war.
Hatred and prejudice will be vanquished.​

 

[catycatcat4]

go too potc our story or potc are story a fresh start too see mine lol i write a lot of skits i dont want to take the time too type them out

 

[Sparx]

I am a digital artist. these are a few things I did a long time ago.

<<clickeh. its big.

<<sign I made for a contest a girl was holding."prettiest girl in pearls" was the title.

and a ton of icons.

 

[Loves Disney]

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[Mara]

Sparx... Are most of those pictures photo-manipulations and 3D-generated stuff? Not that there's anything wrong with that, but the first one looks like a Terragen picture, and the big girl in sepia looks like a combination of 3D artwork and maybe some brushwork for the hair...

Anyway... I do a wide variety of mediums: pencil, colored pencil, watercolor, acrylic paint (I've only done a little experimenting with oil paints), ink (tiny Pigma Micron pens, Prismacolor markers, etc)... On the computer, I do some photo-manipulations, icons/avatars, oekaki, and digital paintings (coloring pencil sketches using a program equivalent to Photoshop).

Here's an fairly old, quickly made sketch I did:

(it's of a superhero-ish character of mine, her cat & two ferrets, plus a random wolf she's communicating with)

I have more stuff on my deviantART account...

 

[catycatcat4]

wow thats good

 

[Sparx]

Two were terragen, and the girls were all done in Poser 5.0 and Bryce 4.0, maybe some hexagon. not really sure, its been awhile. The post work was done in photoshop.

 

[swimer3]

This was written awhile ago... It has a bit of a Romeo & Juliet-type feeling to it.

I know this is wrong.
We shouldn’t be together.
We’ve got everything against us.
If they found us,
They would never let us be.
But when I’m with you,
I forget about everything.
Forget about the worries,
Forget about the stress,
Forget about the fear.
All I see is you,
All I think is you,
All I want is you.
Whenever I look into your eyes,
I feel like I’m on top of the world.
Whenever we kiss,
I feel like I’m in heaven.
Whenever we touch,
I don’t want to let go.
But you know as well as I,
That all good things must come to an end.
It’s killing me inside,
The fear of their discovery.
If only we were somewhere else,
Anywhere but here.
Here, we’d never be together.
There, we’d be together forever.
Nothing would be in our way.
But alas, we are here.
And we must go our separate ways.
I’ll love you forever and always,
But this is goodbye.
Hopefully not forever, though,
For if it were true,
I’d never be happy again.
Goodbye, my love.

I honestly have no idea where the inspiration for this came from...

thats amazing. truly.

 

[Babyjustrun]

I do lots of graphics, as far as blending and textures go. I've done a number of icons.
But I've recently lost the want to make anything, so everything is old. But I'm pretty good, my sets don't really match but whatever. It would take me forever to post all the pix, so if you are really bored, you can pm me the link for the gallery I keep my stuff in.

 

[ooofAiRyLuVxxx]

i wrote these a while ago, i dont think they're that good but oh well.

singing in the rain until the day is done
what's the orange in your world?
clicking footsteps outside a window
birds making the soundtrack of life
something distinctly hard to say but harder still to do
that's the orange of my world
cries from a mother
shouts from a father
lullaby rain sings
wake up from cars
soft song of waterfalls
ripple of the creek
thses are the sounds you live by
taking a trip to your life
not being yourself
letting the train pass
just standing there
nothing you can do
no matter what you do
it won't change
yet it's the stillness of quick
the real color of it
that is the leg of life


the world was thrust upon your shoulders,
what would you do?
time stoped,
what would you do?
the plane was late, the pencil broke, CD skipped, dog died, the room is a mess
what would you do?
you would live, you would adjust
cat barked, actors sing, dog meowed, singers act
red is orange, orange is blue
if these came true
you would keep going on
you would adjust


downtown is uptown
right is wrong
left is right
red is green green is sky
let your own world take over
your inner flower bloom
be yourself, let people know the real you
don'r fake, try the risk

 

[Sparx]

here is some poetry I wrote quiet a while ago. I've not put pen to paper in a long time. I was published, but it was under a false name, and I'm not posting that poem. I destroyed it later.

When
When nothing is left
When all hearts are broken
When only pain is felt
At anothers token
When blood fills the streets
And cries fill the air
When all hell breaks loose
And we are too scared
When we must stand and fight
Or fall and die
When we are all that is left
Then do we finally get to say goodbye?

Friction
Im screaming and crying.
Im watching hope dying.
Follow me now.
Dont ask me why or how.

Listen to my last gasping scream.
This is harder than it seemed.
Ive got a broken heart.
Ive been torn apart.

I blame you.
Look at what you put me through.
Im skating on thin ice.
Frictions not on my side.
Ive begun to slip and slide.

I dont know what you want me to say
except whyd it have to be this way?

So
So this is the hell that we cant seem to live without.
So this is the pain the world talks about.
So this is the love that feels so important.
So this is the life that we want to live.
So this is why we cant give in.
So this is the truth.
So this is real.
So this is what we fight to feel.
Doesnt make much sense.
None of this does.
Why fight for this cause?
I guess its in the people.
That are all around.
I guess its in the people,
that were beat to the ground.
I guess its me.
I guess its you.
I guess that we never knew.
We crave pain because we do.

My Secret
I see you standing there,
You run your fingers through your hair.
Its like you know you tease me.
Its like you try to please me.

You glance around the room
Its enough to make me swoon.
You make me want to cry
You make me want to die.

You are that light that Ill never ever reach
You are that lesson that they forgot to teach.
You are suicide to me
And youre all I want to be.

But Ill never tell you.
Youll never know the hell Ive been through.
No, Ill never say.
Lets keep it that way.

Confessions of a super hero
"Its a thankless job"
they told me at the door
"sometimes even you
forget what youre fighting for"
I looked him in the eye,
"maybe. but I'll remember when I go to sleep and close my eyes"

Its a thankless job
that I do every day
But I'll still get up early and do it anyway
I was tired of the same old thing
so I wore a cape like a pair of wings

Its a thankless job
but I love it all teh same
It makes me feel like a kid in a game
I fight supervillans and scare monsters from under beds
so children can sleep and moms can rest their heads

Its a thankless job
but that doesn't change a thing
I'll continue on, if its just the same
I've got my own comics
and a TV series too

Its a thankless job
I knew it from the start
but that doesn't stop the spread of teenage fan art
so now i've got ot wonder
I've got fans from state to state

"its a thankless job"
when does that come into play
all day long thats all anyone will say
then I realize
the secrets behind their eyes

its a thankless job
really is the truth
all those older guises couldn't hide the million lies
Fairweather fans. thats all I've got
don't tell me that you're not

its a thankless job
yeah that one's true
and its all because of you
you make this job not worh the while
I blame you through a gritted teeth smile

its a thankless job
my fairweather friends
you who claim to stay till the end
but I guess now we know the truth
I'm not good enough for you

I'm lying.
screaching sirens
screaming winds
running round
I just want to blend in

Lighting strikes in teh dead of night
midnight looks like noon day light
Bleeding on the inside, crying there too
keeping up a smile-because of you

I'm faking it now
you know that too
I dunno how
but I'll make it up to you

I promise I'm not lying
I swear I'm not crying
Theres nothing behind my eyes
Trust me, I'm not gonna die.

Let's play a game of pretend
nothing will be the same
and I swear
I'll let you win

Conversations
Don't let me lay down
If I do I'll die
Don't let me stop now
If I do I'm gonna cry
Don't let me do this to you
you deserve more than me
Don't let me close your eyes
Keep them open and see.

Please, do what you want.
I'm willing, can't you see?
Please, take my hand.
Put it where you want it to be.
Please, whisper in my ear,
secrets only I get to hear.
Please, drag me behind you
Keep me close and near

Why would you ask me that?
Knowing I'd say yes
Why would you wonder
About the heart inside my chest?
Why would you beg?
I'll give in willingly
Why would you be blind?
Please open your pretty eyes and see.

I'm in your arms.
right here, right now
I'm resting my head on your shoulder.
Don't make me move it-I've forgotten how
I'm tired.
and you are too.
I'm in love
if only you knew.

 

[Princess Ash]

Everyone's stuff here is absolutely incredible. Shelby, I like those last three poems the best...
Confessions of a Superhero sounds like a song waiting to be written.
The last stanza in I'm Lying was my favorite part of that poem, just so simply and prettily stated
Conversations seemed to me to be a pretty accurate representation of what it's like to be in love.


I write short love stories...well actually my last was comparatively long...but I'm a lil afraid to post it here cuz i don't want anyone to steal it.

It's in my Xanga, but not as many ppl have access to that...or rather, just know about it as the DIS...

 

[Loves Disney]

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[Sparx]

Everyone's stuff here is absolutely incredible. Shelby, I like those last three poems the best...
Confessions of a Superhero sounds like a song waiting to be written.
The last stanza in I'm Lying was my favorite part of that poem, just so simply and prettily stated
Conversations seemed to me to be a pretty accurate representation of what it's like to be in love.

Thank you. Superhero is my favorite. I wrote some music that went along with it, but I can't really remember it now.

 

[pacificnorthwester]

Here's a story I've been working on for english could I get some oppinions before I move on with it?

Her Ladyship. . .
In the calm country side of northern England a young man, in his early twenties, sat wearing his simple ill-fitting suit with the remnants of his morning meal lying amidst many papers.
Joseph sat in deep concentration, he could do it tonight at the ball! No, too many people. It had to be quiet, private. . .intimate. He looked around the rich openness of Wakefield Hall and snorted. Like he’d ever be able to find a moment like that here! To think he had been tutoring Clarissa for seven months and had yet been unable to find one solitary moment to tell her that he. . .no. There had been a hundred moments. He just hadn’t taken any of them.
He could have done it at any point during his tutoring. Just looked up as Clarissa read a particular piece of text and said “I love you”. Always easier said than done. Joseph pondered this as he left his quarters and started to wander the wide tapestry-lined halls of Wakefield. Why hadn’t he done it? What was standing in his way? Again he let out a cough. For two things did stand in his way. Both had names of royal significance. . .Lord Maximillian Winderly and Lucas Ellison, Duke of Hartfordshire. As he grieved over these names the former of the two walked confidently through the study door.
“Good morning Joseph,” Joseph’s beefy employer Lord Winderly greeted cordially. “I trust you had a pleasant sleep?”
Joseph cringed inwardly. He wanted to shout and rant, “No, I did not sleep well and it’s all because of you and your daughter!” but not being at liberty to speak his own mind he spoke the polite lie that was expected of him, and giving a deep bow he continued down the hall. As he walked the other name lurked into the transom of his mind leaving him filled with both anger and hopelessness.
‘What does she see in that great guy of a Duke anyway?’ He thought in a woeful tone.
Even as he thought the question he knew the answer. He was handsome and rich, and of course there was the fact that he never showed Clarissa his true self. Just a rose-colored vision of masculine perfection. Sometimes Joseph felt like he was the only one who could see past that pleasant and cheerful mask Lucas Ellison wore to cover the pompous, loathsome idiot within. What bothered him the most was that Clarissa seemed to be blind to it. Hadn’t she always had insight into the most obscure and deep subjects? Wasn’t she the one pupil who could always find the hidden meaning or moral in every book they had read together? Why couldn’t she look deep down into Mr. Ellison and see that there wasn’t a deep down?
He sighed and altered his course toward the gardens, hoping to catch a glimpse of Clarissa as she took her morning stroll. He knew she would be out there as she had said last night that she had to skip their morning lesson to work on a sketch for Monsieur Le Fern her art tutor. Like many young ladies of her time she was pushed into several elegant accomplishments that most likely would never be put to practical use. He walked out through the manicured landscape keeping a sharp eye out for her. Finally he was stopped in his tracks at the sight of her bent over a sketch book among a grove of sunflowers. Sunflowers, the perfect flower for her. With it’s golden petals and deep brown center, practically a mirror to her long golden hair and deep brown eyes. Also the flowers were like a mirror of her soul. They were not perfect or exquisite like the nearby roses, or sweet and elegant like the long-stemmed lily. But they were happy and had an depth that gave them a beauty all their own. . .much like the young girl sitting at their base.
Joseph bore up and started toward the pretty picture before him. Clarissa heard the approaching footsteps and, quickly snapping shut the sketch book, looked up to identify the intruder of her solitude. As soon as she recognized him she gave a sigh of relief.
“I thought you were father,” She explained pulling her book open once more, “He hates it when I ‘lounge about the garden’ he says it’s ‘hazardous to my social standing’.”
She rolled her eyes as if to assure him she didn’t care about such things. Joseph smiled and bid her good morning, not missing the thick bulge from the center of her sketch book, guessing the presence of a novel within. She smiled back and patted the grass next to her inviting him to sit beside her. Joseph accepted the invitation all too willingly. He took these opportunities to be near her as often as he could. She did care for him, if not romantically, in a brotherly way. And if that was the best he was going to get he might as well have it.
He mentally shook that thought off. . . she would love him! He just had to bring up his courage and tell her. He could tell her right now! Right. . .No he couldn’t . Joseph felt a growing sensation of self reproach. He was a coward. Worse than that he was a coward that had the opportunity to be brave but didn’t take it! He would tell her right now. Joseph whipped around but just as the phrase began to form from his tongue to his lips Clarissa stopped him with these words.
“So do you think Mr. Ellison will be at the ball tonight?”
It was said very casually and with little emotion but Joseph sensed the hope hanging in the question. And painfully answered.
“Yes, I believe so. . .He received an invitation, did he not?”
“Yes. . .I suppose you’re right. So. . .are you going to be escorting some young lady to our little party tonight?”She asked him playfully.
Joseph considered how he would answer this.
“No. . .but there is a young lady I’ve been. . .wanting to escort.”
Clarissa seemed slightly surprised by this.
“Oh. . .would I know her? She’s a very fine girl I suppose?”
“You may know her slightly,” Joseph answered with a suspicious smile on his lips. “She is a very fine girl but. . .I don’t think she is interested in me. Actually lately she’s been pining after someone I think is unworthy of her.”
“Then why bother with her? She sounds like an utter simpleton to me.”
Joseph suppressed a laugh. Oh how he wished he could excuse her as a simpleton and move on! But of course he couldn’t, simply because he knew Clarissa . He knew her thoughts, her wishes, and most importantly her heart. And that through everything she was a wonderful girl who deserved better than some ponce who wouldn’t appreciate her active mind and deep soul. He sighed and looked up at Clarissa.
“I bother with her, because she is worth the bother.”He said simply.
This left them in silence for a moment. Clarissa, unsure if she liked the turn of the conversion murmured a reply and excused herself.

Sorry it's so long.

 

[OnceUponAStar*]

Flower Abstract (Oil)

Still Life (Oil)

Extremely bad picture of an acrylic landscape I did

Grandparents Wedding Photo done in Charcoal

America's Future-Charcoal

Girl, Charcoal

My first Oil Painting, from way back ok ok 1 year ago.


So yeah, Art is my passion, I enjoy Oil Painting over anything else, I'm currently working on yet another still life, that I'm pretty psyched about.
Awesome digital art to the girl who put hers up, I tend to make animations on my computer, hobby of mine. I've won an award for excellance in Oil painting from Princeton University and Connecticut Museum of Art for my First Oil Painting and for another one that I don't have a picture of. So yeah, thats just a small portion of my paintings/drawings. The latest art work is the Acrylic Landscape, before that was the Still Life, so on and so forth.

 

[Sparx]

Flower Abstract (Oil)

Still Life (Oil)

Extremely bad picture of an acrylic landscape I did

Grandparents Wedding Photo done in Charcoal

America's Future-Charcoal

Girl, Charcoal

My first Oil Painting, from way back ok ok 1 year ago.


So yeah, Art is my passion, I enjoy Oil Painting over anything else, I'm currently working on yet another still life, that I'm pretty psyched about.
Awesome digital art to the girl who put hers up, I tend to make animations on my computer, hobby of mine. I've won an award for excellance in Oil painting from Princeton University and Connecticut Museum of Art for my First Oil Painting and for another one that I don't have a picture of. So yeah, thats just a small portion of my paintings/drawings. The latest art work is the Acrylic Landscape, before that was the Still Life, so on and so forth.

Amazing. and thanks.