You may call me Nono for everyone does. “No pain, No gain” am I right?
I love words and thoughts and I love art. That’s why I’m here. I love meeting new people and I love making friends. I enjoy receiving reviews be them bad or good. That’s a good way to grow, I think.
Literature: I don’t believe in following rules when it comes to writing because when inspiration strikes you it arrives into your brain in the most reckless manner. Its then your job to organize it and give it life, whichever that may be.
Art: I believe in not coloring an artwork until you are absolutely sure you’re not going to change something later on. That’s why most of my work is pretty much pencil, ink and paper and a little digital art here and there.
YakusokuNono is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, ! ◄Rpg Fantasy Games► !, !Burst! > Anime and Manga!, All Out Emotion, Anger Management, Art Inspired by Dreams, Bits and Pieces , Dragon's Fire, Fantasy Art, Fashion Illustration, Freedom In Words & Art, Freedom to Shine, Journal Junkies, Lifeline, Live, Love, Dream: , Midnight Ramblers, Nirvana (Only 1 photographic art and 1 written work will be accepted per day ), Original Characters, Puerto Rico Artistry: ( All work From our hearts) , Safe Haven, Shanime: Inspired by Anime', Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Art of Pain, THE DIVINE FEMININE, Voices of the Dark and the Deep, Who are YOU to Judge?, Witches, Wizards and Warlocks., Writing: Persuing Happiness and ♥Lolita at Play♥.
Her swinging hips catch your eye / Crimson red lips can mesmerize
My name is Moon Bloodgood and I’m fourteen. But… what prompt me to start recording my life were the events that happened on the day of my fourteenth birthday… which was yesterday.
Life is a bitch sometimes, this I understand / But wanting to abandon me before forever comes, is less than I can withstand
I stand before your grave and read it’s name: / “The father I didn’t really know”
I dreamed last night that I was tattooed
Aquí hay guerra entre los Señores del Destino / y las almas tristes del olvido. / La sangre corre por las calles / a manos llenas y con detalle / junto con lágrimas de cocodrilo.