Wasted Fantasy (finished poem) sorry it took so long.....

Seeing reflection without any surface

image blurry and charred

fire of time and fiery furnace

external complexion despicably marred

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Window seeing supposed free forever

past-created future, incandescent dark

Adventure, comedy, tragedy,endeavor

choosing alone, before beginning, embark

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Starting vibrant, electricity floods

Peculiar illusions dim to streaks

color spectrum rippling from mud

throbbings inside untimely beats

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Worlds purity is untouched earth

skies of crystal density

unnamed life is priceless worth

breath stolen away relentlessly

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This world exists on bars and lines

thrives on fingers of sound

fading quiet when lines repine

when music falters to the ground

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world existing through notes

world with ears in the skies

world of music angels wrote

your music's heartbeat stays alive

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Upon the striking of instruments

starts the Pleasure of the Sound

beauty sings with eloquence

Jewels of song dance royally crowned

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Straight toward your heart

pierce vulnerable listening ears

attempted strength shatters apart

terms against weakness built during hard years

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Music gallops throughout Cielos

cantering through orchestral canopies

ceaseless melodies in celestial halos

undying Phantom transforming uncannily

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Lullaby the tranquil scene

 breathe in melody’s song

stay alive throughout the dream

sonats dripping sweet , amidst the colored throng

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Striking stutters pizzicato threads

Pursuing song with hymnal chant

Allegro tune wearily treads

This ecstasy I refuse to recant

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Ballads stir from reeded lips

Receding chorus of glowing brilliance

Carols drop from concerto tips

Single mantra of forest resilience

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Wailings of strings cry out haunting measures

Wreaths of song break into vengeance

Whistles and shrieks transform into treasures

Conditions of afflictions, internal repentance

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Promethean pieces bounce from hardened pipes

Dropping through the granite ground

slicing your ears with blooded stripes

Percussion cuts your heart with pounds

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Flowing rivers of melody

Trickling coldly with harmony

Sparkling touch of medley

Dulling senses carnally

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Grand finale nigh expiration

Rotting when its birth has ceased

Triumph through trumpet exaltation

Gradually approaching your final decrease

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White pages end their charming surge

Impulse driven by reluctant command

Now meet fateful dreaded purge

Life now muted, flying beauty reprimand

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So touch your far off ballads

Leave immortal ecstasy

Endings truth is silently valid

Tyrannical stillness equals blasphemy

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But upon the shores of a forlorn sea

Lie my unbeguiled  waves of song

In music where my soul belongs

Forever My Wasted Fantasy.

 

 

first shot at realism

REALISM...........i thought id try my hand at it........ ha ha, get it? try my hand? that's a good one! ( laughs at her corny joke she just made up, slaps hand on knee )
maybe I just shouldn't do realism ........maybe stick to manga and just goiy  .......... eeek! *buries head in hands*im so so soooo embarrassed...... but I do ask for criticism....constructive , if you please?

this pic was supposed to symbolize the verse that talks about how the angels wont let you strike your food against a stone..... but it kinda looks like the angels weren't doing their job lol -_- ( and no, I did NOT trace my hand! that is for lazzzzzzzy artists!!!) this took me an hour to do, which I was surprised at.

Latest for this month.....sorry i havent drawn much..... been busy with school :(

this picture is  for any otakus that want to be justified when soneones like

" are you watching a manga?"

 or if theyre like

" my favorite manga to watch is vocaloid!"

 

 

I need advice on what to do with the floating orb that I will hopefully make into Christine from the Phantom of the Opera... ultimate greatest music and singers EVER! (goiy if you cant agree)

if you don't agree, I don't care.... but anyhow...... I need advice on what to do with Christine :) tell me what you think.....

 

 

aaaaaaaaand heeere is KAISER!!!!!!!! I hope this is the final sketch, cuz im kinda tired of drawing him in like two ba-zillion different ways.... this is the jerk from Veterans Equation.... yeaaaaaaahhh, so I admit, I still love him like hes my child.... but whatever :)

 

last but definitely not least this is part of a picture I drew at 12:30 at night...don't jusdge me.... so is this a boy or girl petting a dragon? give me your thoughts:) my intention was NOT to go gay, for petes sake, it was 12 at night..... goiy if you hate it, goiy if you love it.... I can feel a re-draw impulse taking over............