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Hello everybody!
Apparently I am hosting a contest with wallpaperotaku using our shared account Aurora Borealis!
We want you to help us make our own tarot deck! Woot! ^-^
Both me and Wallie will be making prizes for the winners and its going to be alot of fun!
The prizes will probably include a fan art from wallie (who is amazing) a wallpaper from me...
aaaand maybe tarot reading from me handled through pm! ^-^
~Tsu
For more detail!
http://theotaku.com/fanart/challenges/view/2082/tarot_deck
To sign up for a card!
http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/begin/view/314227/tarot_signups%21/
My entry into PuppylovePyro's "Death" contest.
I know it's pretty long... But the lines are short and it reads fast
I want to see if anyone gets what Iam talking about...
I feel like I didn't make it too hard, so I guess I'll see.
PLEASE COMMENT!!!!!
My views always go up but nobody comments! TT.TT
I hope you enjoy!
~Tsu
An Absratct Idea
Never so found
As before one learns
The pure dew falls
So fresh in mourning
Only to dry in day
And disappear
So not to be seen
The colors swirl around
A confused mind
Solid walls
Tall tree trunks moving
Made of dark
Creek and moan
They walk upright
A sprinkler sprays
Wet drops miss the ground
Create a river
Moving down
Shoved from behind
Pulled to the side
Seven men
For seven handles
Heft the heavy
And carry the crate inside
Ashen planes on necks
Face to the front
And the doors open wide
All is dark within
A feeling-less feeling
Overwhelms
A young mind
The crowd moves within
Only to find
Nothing but air
With words
Of empty hope floating
Up to the sky
Hands linked
For reasons unknown
To a tired mind
Rows of blocks
The bees swarm to their hive
They sing their hymns of honey
To loll to sleep
Their anxious butterfly
Songs lifted up
To the tops
Of wooden pillars
To be set on marble alters
An abstract an idea
Presented for the unseen
Words are spoken
Unheard by all
Promises to be lost
With time that ticks
Movement again
In the reverse
The flock moves
Towards the quarry
Filled with valued stone
And people that do not move
Trapped in Medusa’s spell
An open mouth
Stands at the ready
To eat and naw
An oval forms around
The vast pit to the monsters stomach
A foe to this mind
Half seen shadows move
Lift, lift
Lower, lower
A twist and boom
The creature burps
As the food hits
Lilies white snow
Drop with sleet
To wash all the meal down
And heaps and heaps
In rhythm roar
The sound of earth hitting earth
A brick held
By one tall figure
Opens to reveal
A hidden agenda
And ears open
To take in small comforts
A mind is expanding
As it begins to understand
The mystery surrounding
A very strange day
Orbs that widen
And a mouth that drops
A window opens
A door that locks
The snail crawls from its shell
And wonders into the light
Then poof
What magic
Becomes as dust
To be lost
In swift wind
A child
Transformed
Becomes an adult
Title: (So-called Useless Things
Series: original
Characters: An OC... Completely made up by me...
“Lovely little letters sitting on the desk,
looking forward to tomorrow,
not on looking back.”
That tiny quote was craved into the tree across the street from my house. I had always wondered who wrote that.
Who writes on trees anyways?
I suppose it’s for the sense of permanency it gives. It makes the person feel as though they will live on through the words—Their words.
I think that’s what’s behind all graffiti…
I was told once that I shouldn’t spend my time thinking about unnecessary things.
When I replied I believe I implied some improper things about their mother and upbringing. Then I proceeded into the world of philosophy.
My studies brought me great joy.
The people telling me I was wasting my talents caused me great grief.
I must admit I told them off in a most improper tone…
At any rate, I finished school.
Only to find that there were so few jobs for a philosophy major that it was practically an unknown!
And so, I decided ordinary life was over rated.
And now I walk down the row,
with all the world,
with it’s many trees,
on which to scribble,
many so-called useless things.
Word Limit: 200
Word Count: 199
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