Morgan DeMuth
Profile
I live in my head in the small St. James art district of Louisville. I plan to travel and am quietly making arrangements to do so. I love body art and may one day look into tattooing, but as most things that’s a distant future. I’m enrolled in school studying philosophy and music, specifically guitar; however, after my recent tryst with canvas I may also add painting as another secondary concentration provided I can compile a portfolio which I consider up to par.
I do make music, albeit not properly recorded at the moment, but if you care to take a gander check it out:
I have three creeds, all permanently inked as to remain a part of who I am until decomposition: “Je pense donc je suis”, “Carpe diem”, and “Penser, aimer, creer, etre”
Groups
Morgan DeMuth is a member of # 1 ARTISTS OF REDBUBBLE , ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, Acrylic Painting, All Around the Styles, All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art Students and Beginners, Back In Black ( sorry~NO PHOTOGRAPHY), Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Creepy Writers Inc., Experimental, Gorgeous Flower Cards, Love Bullets, Mixed Media, Odd One Out, Painters In Modern Times, Pinup, Something To Say, The beauty of poetry, UN!TY , Up & Coming Writers, Voices of the Dark and the Deep, Weekly Theme Challenges, Who are YOU to Judge?, WMG, Writing Workshop and Young enthusiasts.
Journal Entries
Loving A Perfect Man
Posted 3 months ago, 1 comment so far.
July 17th
Posted 4 months ago, 9 comments so far.
The Value of Commitment
Posted 4 months ago, 2 comments so far.
2 Features!!!
Posted 4 months ago, 2 comments so far.
New Digs
Posted 4 months ago.
What's Best
Posted 4 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Some Days
Posted 4 months ago.
Mind Games
Posted 5 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Creation Vs. Destruction
Posted 5 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Intimations of an Unintended Tragic Beauty
I find my world turned upside down, inside out, and pieces falling into place regardless how stripped of shame be the edges from monotonous dramaticisms
Leave the Light On
don’t know just which is worse / to lay down and die / or go out in a hearse.
Sing to Me
What’s a dagger / without a back to dig into?
Required Calm
The bangboomrah of the cloud’s drumming / miscalculated the decibalic level / with which they roared
Burning a Bridge
Worthless, spineless, dead, and lifeless- / just a few words I can think to describe you and / your eyes.
Untitled
Love explodes
