Hello all,
So i suppose i shall tell you a bit about myself. . . hmm, well i am a struggling film director (i write short movies but my actors . . lack. . dedication and basically never show up!) and i love creative writing and poetry. for me its all about expression of oneself, and just tapping into that creative stream surging through me when i am sitting in maths class distracted by a movie idea or the opening line of a short story!
i have also just got into the photography scene! kind of by accident really,but im loving it!
EdelPankhurst is a member of 50 tHiNgS........, The Fruit and Veg Shop(2 uploads a Day), *Berries, Fruits & Seeds* - 3/day, Abstract Realism, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Amateur Photographers' Association, Black and White Photography, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Dilapidated Buildings, Domestic Art - Home is Where the Art Is, Film Photography, Globes, Spheres and Curves - 2 per day, Ireland , Light and Reflection 1/24, Live, Love, Dream, Object Studies & Concepts, People and Portraiture Photography, Photo-Zen, Portraits in Natural Light, Ruins, Ancient and Derelict Buildings, Rusty, Crusty and Falling to Bits, Still Life Photography, Stillness Speaks **Max 2 uploads per day** {{No NUDES, ABSTRACT, CANDIDS or ACTION IMAGES}}, Street Photography and Photojournalism, THE WAIST UP - Portraiture Photography 2 per day!!!!, Trees , Who Needs Color For Beauty? - Black & White Art At Its Best and Windows and Doors.
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His fingers were long and flexible and tanned, just like the rest of him, and they looked completely at home as they danced eleganty up and bown the wooden fret board. She watched him sittin cross-le…
A sad song and a chopped lemon / Lying gutted on the dusted table. / A dying candle drips out the only source of light, / Casting slanting shadows on the four walls / That contains everything she owns…
A sad song and a chopped lemon / Lying gutted on the dusted table. / A dying candle drips out the only source of light, / Casting slanting shadows on the four walls / That contains everything she owns…
Shaping the glowing embers into flames once more.
Sunset drenched accross this moonlit sky, / The warmth of this jacket pressed tight against my skin, / I can see your very breath with every single scented lie.