White is black,
Red is blue,
I’ve had it with humans,
How about you?
I’m a writer/graphic artist, just like most other people on the Bubble. I like to express myself, and if you think I’m not animated, and you happened to bubmp into me on the streets, ooh you’re in for a big surprise >:D I enjoy listening to Otep, Marilyn Manson, Metallica, Nine Inch Nails, Daft Punk, and SlipKnoT. I LOVE the Legend of Zelda, especially the Majora’s Mask.
My dad told me about this website, and so far, I love it! I’ve been looking for a place to show my work and receive feedback that would help me improve my art and writing.
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Windcrest hosts Birds Of Prey (3 per day) and is a member of *Amazing Orton Effect* - Limit 3/day , All In, "Editing", All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art Inspired by Dreams, Bits and Pieces , Blast from the Past, Color Me a Rainbow (Current Color: PINK [No Flowers]), Computer Gaming, Core [C.O.R.E], Friends of RedBubble, Hands, Lesbian and Bi-Women's Art, Let There Be Rock!, Live, Love, Dream: , LMAO ART - Your funniest work, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Nerds Unite, Practising the Dark Arts, The Art of Books, the love of Eerie and enchanting artwork, Up & Coming Writers, Videogame Lovers, Voices of the Dark and the Deep, WMG and Wolves in Art.
Posted 5 months ago.
As I counted stars, gingerly letting the dark of night seep through my fingers, I named all the reasons that I breathed in the sweet twilight nectar.
He smells like the untouched earth, / Looks like the shine of the Moon, / Feels like the sting of the thorn, / He his after me.
When I try to look away, / Its soft, spindling fingers / Lightly beckon me to look back / At the swirling joys and sorrows / Of the world.
Half wolf, half human, / The shapeshifting is happening, / We trade our hands for thick paws, / Our bear skin for lush fur, / Our useless ears for pointed ones, / We are the Biohybrids.
Have you ever looked at a tree? / Not just look at it, but really look, / Watching the leaves as they flow and flutter / Gently in the breeze.
They say you’re full of rainbows and unicorns. / Those rainbows are the many shades of black, / And those unicorns are endowed with bat wings, / Laced mockingly with the life that they lack.