Writing

theano's picture

A Pondering of an Observation about Creative Expression

You know, why are there wars in the arts?

Art is an expression of the self set forth not necessarily for an audience but just a bubbling out of inner creativity that sometimes can be for joy or molded into a living for pay.

In music there is this constant debate between classical musicians, rock musicians and of course church musicians and all us that just love the art and participate out of the joy of it. They are always arguing and ranking which is better and who is the better artist-----including and excluding--the truth is the same chords, notes sounds and the overtones or chromatics are the same whether its jazz, rock, Beethoven, a lovely Eastern tune or a kid making a song up.

In art the tools change but the colors are the colors and it is in the mixing that the tones and beauty come out yet here too there is a debate between crayons, digital, oil, acrylic etc. and then there is writing ---the same scribblings, letters, words, sentences, organizational structure in any language whether writing for SEO or a novel or an academic paper are the same and yet here too you see a developing trend that is not positive.

And yet when one looks over the ages and at new artists-- the ones that create something that catches our attention often have used the skill of synthesis to create their expression and it appeals to a wide audience exactly for that reason because in it you find a piece or a part of you--a reflection. The arts present truth in a different fashion or sometimes even the lies in a different fashion, and if so why not be different from what the rest of the world does? I refuse to throw any of it away and call one better than the other or participate in such. Only to encourage and share something positive so people keep expressing life through art. Each level or type I have done has taught me a lesson, given me joy and healing, a way to let out pain safely and a way to be fully me.
Iaurdagnire's picture

I: Jack to the King

[ sociopath ]



when I stand outside your door, I hope that you don't mind
'cause if you ever knew me, you'd know that I'm unkind
I'm a madman and a sociopath, I don't know how to feel
and yet I think my love for you is beautiful and real

well where do you go at night, where do you go?
I can't seem to see you through your window
crawl into the bathroom and there do I see
you, in the arms of a mule, and not me

can't you see it's going to rain? I'll knock on your windowpane
everything still seems the same, and yet I think I'm insane
I'll be drownin' in the drain, I'm a man that can't be tamed
all my love's in vain, every inch of you I'll claim

love is a bed for the blues, dear
white sheets to use and abuse, here
gone are the days of Victorian fear
you'd learn to love if you'd just let me near

when I'm running after him, I hope that you don't see
as the dagger cuts through skin, you'll only think of me
I could show you everything, on the earth and in the trees
we'd be a camoflauge of sin, and we'd only live to please

I see you at night, I see you at night you know
I'm not sure why I'm still here for you
sink into mud and trenchwater, now
broken the Lord's most sacred vow

won't you whisper to the light? I can blot it out with night
you'll go down without a fight, I can break you down to cry
I would sentence you to death, hear your last, your dying breath
there's a lesson to be learned - my suicide was earned.
FaunGrae's picture

She is.

She is, with no doubt, something beautiful.

Thick, luxurious gray-blue fur invites those who see it to snuggle close. Long, delicate antennae gracefully arc behind her light and thin head, nose tapering to almost a point in balance of them. A thin, supple neck curves and attaches to feminine shoulders, slinking down to a snow-white chest and slender belly. Her lithe body is kept afloat by long, fragile-looking legs. A gossamer-furred tail tops off the doe's physique, enticing as it waves or curls naturally over her thin hips. Tiny hooves caress the ground. A doe.

Deep green eyes peer from behind long, dark eyelashes.

Behind them... that is where you find the contrast.

A predator lives behind the eyes of the prey. It gnashes sharp teeth, mouth open in a scream with blackened lips pulled back in a snarl. Claws slash, turning to ribbons whatever they touch. A lust for blood and flesh, for suffering, for the last gasps of life's breath out of her victims. A puma.

She is untouched beauty, a cruel beastie within.

Kaybee.
theano's picture

Picture This

Reflective river runs
Green meadow splashed with hues
Rusty gray building waits
Fence holding back the dark
Forest flames a desire
Blue sky sends it upward

[ he's not supposed to ]

He's not supposed to drink, and he knows it. For months and months he hasn't even gotten tipsy, trying so hard to keep the promise he made to himself after last time. Sometimes he had a stray beer, but that was rare, and he felt guilty afterwards every time. It's been so long since he's had more than one, and he shouldn't, he really shouldn't. The last time he was drunk he ended up overdosing on painkillers and landed himself in hospital. His siblings screamed at him and his old friend nearly ripped his guts out for it. He's not supposed to drink.

roses and seaweed

floating orchestra in the water
conductor, waving emerald fiddlesticks
silent whale-song through dead worlds
no-one around to hear

crimson bruises cross the breeze
the most beautiful of domestic abusers
forever a fall down the stairway to oblivion
gentle, delicate, and easily torn

roses and seaweed, singing ballads to the children
roses and seaweed in the swiftest summer nights
roses and seaweed take my hand and draw the curtain
roses and seaweed take the stage and take the light

[ poorhouse; tea; collar; ocean; noise; Jennifer ]

The most recent of poetry/lyrics.

How do I screenshot things?

I'm wondering how I do a screenshot..?

I've tried pressing P which it says to do on the instructions but doesn't seem to work, because when I look in my screenshot's files there isn't anything there...
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AngelWings's picture

Infect!

The thorny Drinkplatts opened up and a small figure was dragged out by her tail. "But Daddy! I don't wanna go out of my cave!" Demon dropped her suddenly. "You will do as I say! Teens....You will infect these creatures wether you like it or not! Take this." he threw a machine at her and strange wings popped out. "That will self destruct as soon as you reach the idols. Go!"

Tafari was dragged as a lifeless lump to the Twin Gods idols. Her head bit the stone, and the machine dissolved. Her feathery tail dropped as she slumped on the ground. "Now what will I do?" She remembered her family back at home, and an older brother from when she was a fawn, but that was it. "Please...anybody...help me..." a silver tear trickled down her face from her red eyes. Her white face and brownish fur shimmered in the candlelight. "Help me..."
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