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[ dirtymarkjunior's Gallery ]
Check out the compelling gallery of talented artist, ~DirtyMarkJunior. Personally I'm partial to the recent abstract pieces done it pastel watercolors but the other works are equally well made.
Featured by ~RazzleDazzleDesign
[ pascalblanche's Gallery ]
~pascalblanche is a great (and new) artist who can combine different softwares to create a great world born on his imagination, and present it to us, on this incredibles images.
Suggested by *Sin-nombre
Featured by: `Nestalgica
[ kuru93's Gallery ]
~kuru93's work is a stunning collection of photographs of life in the country. Utilizing different textures and lighting, he knows how to create an effective and powerful atmosphere.
Featured by: `andy261
[ <a href="[link]">ohfever's Gallery</a> ]
I don't think that I can express how I feel towards ~ohfever's gallery because each of her poems brings me into another state of happiness, no matter the subject matter. Her poems are very real and wonderfully written. I would pay a million dollars to have the privilege of reading her works.
A Modern Tragedy
At 12, she wasn't a virgin.
She didn't like to talk about it.
She was a wild lullaby, stifling
screams into her feathered pillows.
At 13, she wasn't a dreamer.
She cast glares at her peers,
wandering the halls digging
her long tiger-nails into her palms.
At 14, she wasn't a dizzy-romance
she hid herself in naked boys' chests
and let them swallow her sighs.
She wrote them hate letters after they came
At 15, she wasn't a zombie
but she wasn't quite alive either.
She drew patterns in her limbs with
scissors, and waved away her parents concern.
Her best friend was a star in a film
made in 1969.
At 16, she was a pile
I need Avocados
Today, Princess Diana Died.
I am crying, but not because of this. The tv is on and that's all they talk about, and when they announce it I am cutting up an avocado and mom screams, "Why? Why?! oh my god! Why?" and I slice my finger to the bone and I flinch. The blood pools around my white skin, so dark and red that it seems surreal.
I bandage it up and walk over to where my mom is on her knees by the cat, crying and holding her face with her fleshy hands. My mother loves Princess Diana, she always has. Not really because of any good reason other than that she always wished she were her. I want to smile and tell her I bet she didn't wish
Featured by: `lazybutt