PEOPLE+ARTThe more I've gotten into photography I've started to realize that people are a LOT like art itself... Just like for art we each have our own likes/interests in pieces of work, some like imaged art where some like written art. We all have the taste for art though whether it be music, photography, poetry, drawing, etc. We all have it in a different form and style.. even with everyones interests being different it all boils down to the exact same thing we all share "Art". Just like we have in other people we all have different views on people everyone likes different aspects or qualities in others yet some people like the same person as others. Some like the cute energetic type which is like their drawing/painting. Some like the emotional let nothing hide type which is like their poetry and others like the sensual romantic loving type which is like their photography. We may even get our artistic thoughts from others whether it's because we need to release an emotion or simply to show the
READERS CHOICE ON MAIN CHARACTER GENDER!I have got my laptop up and running with connection to internet I WAS going to work on my book I'm writing today BUT it somehow got completely deleted from my laptop (Not sure how) anyhow I remember the story and my overall scenario/background SO with that said I will re-write what I already had AND work on it more. Everyone wish me luck and I can't wait till I get it done and share it with you all. (It's an adventurous teen with a mediocre life who becomes destined to wield a sword and fight terror ranging from many many things. Most likely going to be a series but not positive yet.) should I make the main character female or male?? I'll let readers decide before I get started.
The Spirits I SeeI watch the dead roam outside my window
watching their faces seeing their sorrow
I watch them from today till tomorrow
You can tell their spirit is hollow
Watching them come and go
They just move so slow
It makes me wonder if they even know
It's Been So Long...It's been so long since I've felt her embrace, a single touch can calm and stop me in place.
It's been so long since I've inhaled her scent, it's as strong and pure as the peppermint.
It's been so long since I've seen her smile, that in which can be seen an endless mile.
It's been so long since I've heard her voice, the sound of that beautiful noise.
It's been so long since I've looked into her eyes, just as elegant and serene as the skies.
It's been...... so.........long and I miss her more than ever before.