Digitally Delicious: Dec. 18thFaun magic by D8POf Ritual Madness and Ecstasy by AmdhusciasElara : Deer guardian by SickbrushCowboy Bebop: Ed. Realism. by Shilesquecurled up by Yaphleen Shipwreck by Igor-Grechany-Ostrov Sparrow by Zetsuboushi March of War: African Sunrise by daRoz Minions by LiLaiRa The great betrayal Warhammer by faroldjo Knight's Tale by romann7 Himeji-jo by kanonyui Last Lights by jcbarquet Earth by JonHrubesch
Digitally Delicious: April 10thRide it! by Brosa Her by Apostolon-IAM Alchemist Guy by RobotDelEspacio egipska noc by bubug Dancer by ArtofOkan Vibrant River by Andybaileyart Beautiful In White 21 by Amro0 Declan O'Dwyer by CBedford Black is the Ace by Altalamatox Thelxiepeia by Hollllowsketch(Rocket for a poet) by Sylar113 Pumchan and company by PitiYindeeSky Valkyrie by naturaljuice Sky Valkyrie by naturaljuiceNolavon - commission by Feohria Nolavon - commission by Feohriafalse gods protector by kir-tat false gods protector by kir-tatpsychoactive by uprising93 psychoactive by uprising93Sunlight by IACG Sunlight by IACGRed Dragon by gonzalokenny Red Dragon by gonzalokennyHelios by yuchenghong
Secret."Do you want to know the secret to life?"he taps his finger on his cigarette to drop the ash, he looks into your eyes, as thick smoke escapes his parted mouth. "I guess…"you glance down at the table, his stare is piercing."embrace the possibility that you're not even here, that this is all a dream"––"...Ok"you keep your eye on him, as he leans in closer…"now release the presumption that it's your dream."He gets up and walks away, as you stay seated watching the smoke rise from the still lit cigarette in the ashtray. © Rocio Belinda Mendez
WorthI balance the knife in my hand,feeling the weight, gripping it tight.Unworthy of life, unworthy of love:is it worth continuing the fight?Everything I think I knowis proven to be a lie.I cut my finger on the edge;with one more cut, I can die.My life is unnatural, a deception,and a farce worthy of satire.I feel that my deeds will go unnoticedin the long run when I retire.I have left no lasting impressionon anyone who knows who I am.I will leave as I came in to life:slaughter given to a lamb.A mess of red will be all that's left.The air will escape my lungs.I may smile the way my grandfather did.I may be nothing more than a ladder's rung.Once I'm gone, people won't have to careor worry or fret about me anymore.They won't have to think about me as good,as bad, as a person, as a whore.Do I die for the betterment of the world?Do I die for selfish reasons unknown?Do I take my life to fertilize a doomed planet,which will become desolate and overgrown?Whatever my rea
Streetlights, Not StarlightI make my wisheson illuminated streetsunder starless skiespainted an abysmal black.Fraudulent counterfeit lampsglow brighter than the real dealas long as they standwithin arms' reachand eyes' sight.Whilst emitting their deceitful luminescence,these too-good-to-be-true stars,so close to us,mask the glow of those they imitatewith the dazzling daze they produce,and it sadly seems as thoughmost of us accept these fakes.So, under starless skiespainted an abysmal black,on falsely illuminated streetsis where I speak my wishes;I wish I could seethose stifled stars again.What do you wish for?
Thrice DeniedIf you asked it of me;I would take the stars,and throw them to earth......so you could watch the cities burn.I would paint the sky with blood;and raze the mountains to dust......if you should so wish it.I'll play God,and like Peter, you can reject or accept.While the rooster lies fallow;and the incredulity shivers.And yet, with all this destruction at my fingertips,you ask me none of these things.And I am left hanging from the universe by a thread frayed to the last filament.Hanging onto existence by the mere proclamation of your love,and the promise that I should fail......if only you would fall with me.