|I just really like this.|
About a townA town in which the houses are builtAbout a town by DESTRUCTION-BUNNY
Of black bricks, of despair and guilt
Where sadness is thick within the air
Its stench clinging to clothes and hair
The sky's hanging low, heavy with pain
That plummets down to earth as rain
And the sadness seeps into every crack
A town filled with crushed souls, wrecks
In this town even the innocents die
Sooner or later, it can't be denied
Incapable of abiding a life
In this place and its shattering strife
And there isn't a known chance to flee
For whomever might carry freedoms key
Is unknown still, to this day
Wrathful powers forcing you to stay
Yet, people have tried to seek safer borders
Against what this forsaken town orders
Never have they ever stayed for a long time
Because after a while they hear a chime
It's the town calling, gentle and cruel
No one has managed to refuse it's rule
Many poor souls return, yet those who don't
Die inevitably, as though it's etched into their bones.
Gentle CreatureShe sways and swoonsGentle Creature by DESTRUCTION-BUNNY
Around her love blooms
Twirling and swirling
Around and about in the rain
The rain falls still, drop after drop
And she's not going to stop
The rains essence, it's hidden flow
Is making her golden light grow
Her eyes hold the universe
Half a gift and half a curse
Her dress is painted with galaxies
Eyes closed tight because the heart sees
Deep purples and rich blues
Shiny, red shoes
Adorn her gentle feet
That move gently and sweet
There's not a need for a shield
Or a reason to wield
An umbrella for protection
Because there's just simple affection
It surrounds her like a soft glowing mist
For she's one of those that have been kissed
Gently on the forehead by a Muse or two
So she'll be safe even when she's blue
Because she thrives amidst emotion
Surviving in the iciest, most stormy ocean
Blood strong with inspiration
She is endowed with the gift of creation
From Outside WithinSwirling and twirling around and aboutFrom Outside Within by DESTRUCTION-BUNNY
Just a slim silver band connects me to reality
I'm speeding through the universe without a doubt
Rushing towards the the hazy embrace of insanity
There is a flicker of a memory
Scratching at the edge of my vision
Just the aftertaste of a bad decision
I couldn't care less about these shadows outside
Because the lights are so soft and excellently bright
Covered in blankets of fuzzy bliss
I awake shaken from this other worlds kiss
Hello humans of planet earth, hope you are okay and awake and ready for whatever.
My name is Joy, I like art, I like creating art, so that's what I do. I am not very active on dA recently, though I plan to change that, so yes.
I consider myself a tolerant person, respect is very important to me. So I accept and respect all religions, beliefs, sexual orientations, thoughts, looks, I thinky you get the picture. Basically, as long you're not hurting and harming anyone (willingly) I'll be fine with it.
There's not much else to say about me~ I like reading, listening and creating music, drawing and writing. I have a lot to improve but hey, I'm trying my best.
You can ask me whatever you want to know, I'm also always there if anyone has any troubles, and am offering my support. I don't care who you are or where you come from, I'm going to try and help.
That link above leads to my tumblr, be careful if you are triggered by flashy/fast moving objects, I have hectic gifs in the backround.
You better swallow your pride
Or you're gonna choke on it
You better digest your values
Because they turn to shit
Adults are people that think something, say another and do the opposite.
"It is better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than to open it and remove all doubt. ~Mark Twain"
"All generalizations are false, including this one" ~ Mark Twain
I haven't been writing a lot story-wise, so I at least wanted to do something with words. This doesn't have a set backstory. The reason the person is called a skeleton is simply because they are very frail, skin and bones. I have this idea that maybe they were forced to quit their drug of choice cold turkey, broke out, mindlessly roam the streets until they pass out at the end of this. I guess what could happen next is exploring how they face the denial of their addiction, their trouble distinguishing the reality of their high/lack thereof and the "actual" reality. I don't know. And I don't think I'll do much with it. It was fun to do something though.
Crunch, crunch, crunch
One foot in front of the other – crunch, crunch, crunch – tiny red droplets falling onto the concrete.
drip, drop, drip...drop....
leaving a scarlet trail behind a lonesome skeleton, setting one foot in front of the other, one ragged sneaker in. front. of. the. other. The slow brain, tired, worn out, filled with the sound of it's steps –
crunch, crunch, crunch
It's tattered lungs heaving through the misty, dirty air of the undead city. The sun was rising early that day. It's fragile rays tentatively reaching out to the earth. Caressing it's cold, rough surface.
The skeleton stopped suddenly, looking down onto the ground. Noticing the light trickle of blood, it turned around. It's hollow eyes following the scarlet path to it's origin.
But there was nothing to see. The air was quiet. Peaceful. Which stood in a stark contrast to the violent...feelings that were rushing through the skeletons body. Making it shiver. Making it feel insanely afraid.
What had happened?
There was only chaos, no images. Just fear. Pain. And then...just numbness.
The skeleton moved around again. It's eyes showing signs of confusion. It let it's eyes rest on a cracked, spray painted wall a little while ahead, before lifting it's hands up slightly. Turning the palms upwards, slowly dropping it's eyes to examine the skin, which was bruised, all the way up it's arms. Caked with blood at places. And, in what our skeleton perceived as slow-motion, a little, stunningly red droplet of blood made its way down through the air. Steadily, dripping from the nose down, way down, onto the skeletons left palm. It felt warm. It felt alive. And it glistened in the sun.
Then the world began to flicker, to shift. Until suddenly the grey concrete was the whole world for our skeleton, and the last thing it should see, for what felt like eternity.