Hi there! I am yet again asking you to consider commissioning an art piece from me! I have a month between jobs and $10 in my bank account. It would really help me out and you would get an awesome art piece out of it! My one rule is no gore, please!
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[Reuploading our little ducks from last year! Reblogs are appreciated]
hocuschlocus-deactivated2025091 asked:
hi! I wanted to reblog your commission page but just wanted to know if it was still current
It is still current. The prices are still accurate and I am still taking commissions. And if you are interested in commissioning me, please DM me! I’m friendly, I don’t bite!
Peace in the hours
Watching you dream,
Hearing you breathe,
How still your heart beats.
Still are the hours
The night tends to fleece
Counting the sheep
Yet I can't fall asleep.
Steal my youth;
I am devoting my life to you,
Sing the truth;
I'd be lost if I lost you.
Follow the darkness
See the moon weep
And stars as they leap
Over petals and leaves
Alone after hours
And still your heart beats
The rustle of sheets
Effortless sleep
Steal my youth;
I am devoting my life to you,
Sing the truth;
Can't believe I'm losing you.
Stuck in the timeless
Loop of the east
Watching the sun
Making her peace,
Hoping the night was
Quiet and still
Hold with me still
Please keep holding me still
You've stolen my youth,
I'd devote my time to you.
It's the truth,
I wish I could promise to die for you
Hi there! I'm participating in my first poetry slam on Saturday. I need to prepare 3 poems and I'm terrified. I don't actually know which of my poems resonate with most people.
Theres a prize of $150. So I kinda want to win.
Whether you've read my poetry or interacted with my art before or not, I would really appreciate if you, dear reader, could take 10 minutes going through my poetry tag and then leave me a comment with the titles of 3-5 poems that you like the best. (And if you really liked it, tell me why!! Please! I crave essays dissecting my words!)
And if you've gone through all that effort, please share this post to get as many voices as we can possible.
It would really help me out, and hey! If I win, and I used a poem you recommended, I will personally thank you.
^^ the poetry in question^^
Here I am again, alone in a crowd
My footsteps grow harder, the silence so loud.
Screaming in an abyss, no one has to know
Deep loneliness, my heart its home.
On goes the river, time passes me by,
Despite drowning in sorrows, no one hears my cries.
Heartbeat deafening, breath so rushed,
Yet why is my insecurity so visibly hushed?
Once again, nothing to cling to,
I fall but the leaves let me fall through,
No hands to hold, my limbs they splay
The crowd grows distant, the whipporwill quays.
They're blind in their happiness, no one to see,
Lost in the shadows, a lock with no key,
Hiding myself away so they won't know
How hard the heart pounds when I'm feeling so low.
Throw myself on thorns and watch as I bleed,
Nothing so damning as admitting I'm in need.
Bound to isolation, blood on each rose,
I keep wrapping the bandages in hopes they'll never know.
Sweet mercies, cruel givings
A life like this is not truly living,
Soft touches, words tender,
Fickle feelings and false pretenders
If there was a world far away
With the sun and the stars out to play
If there was a world far and few
What chances would there be for me to do
The grand things my little heart desires
For it's like pulling a thimble from a thicket of briars
Is there any mercy me
Thumb on wrist, tongue on teeth,
The dreamer's dreams are nothing mild
Return to wild, return to wild,
Let the roots of the trees reclaim you
Sing the song of the birds, let them laugh
You'll be heard, though the thicket overgrew.
Kings and poets lost to time, hear them rhyme,
Beneath the ground the rot, the crunch
It comes ever near, the decaying clutch
Though the heart is what bleeds,
We grieve within twisted weeds,
The heart so cruel to reach beyond
Our twisted grasp, our ragged bonds,
When the night chills the air,
The cold wind and warm breeze spin on,
Birds tumble on through despair,
I love you, I love you I cry,
Yet the words don't escape
The mist by mouth shaped.
Desperate for a time
Desperation runs wild, spinning the twine
Your lips on skin and gentle caress
Do words confess, what lies in your chest?
And if we to the morning breeze
Lie awake, breath heavy,
The vines by which my fragile heart is seized
To honor the rage with which we bleed
A flower grows strident amongst the weeds.
