My art isn't drawing or making pretty pictures upon paper for people to admire. The form of art i practice is words and using them to capture the attention of the audience and keep them entertained for a while. So on this sudden crazy impulse I've decided to share a bit of my work to see if i can't get myself some constructive criticism and perhaps even some advise.
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Shadows
Rushing blindly through the night
Fear dictating every move
I look back to find out if my terror chases me to find out
It's drawing nearer
Fear dictating every move
In my panic I nearly trip
It's drawing nearer
I back away
In my panic I nearly trip
There is a light behind me
I back away
I escape into a tunnel
There a light behind me
there's a light in front of me
I back away
Not knowing which one is real
There's a light in front of me
What should I do
Not knowing which one is real
I press forward
What should I do
Once again I'm surrounded by darkness
I press forward
I hear the beast's horrible cry
I take off
Rushing blindly through the night
Not knowing if I'm safe
I look back to find out of my terror chases me to find out
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Tormented
That poor old soul
Locked in the attic
Forever
___Screaming
____Wailing
_____Moaning
______Groaning
_______Whimpering
________Whining
_________Crying
__________Bawling
Telling the world of
The way he loved
Her
___Voice
____Thoughts
_____Touch
______Smile
_______Singing
________Art
_________Grace
__________Personality
Mourning how he
Will never again
Be able to
___Hold her
____Dance with her
_____Make her laugh
______See her smile
_______Watch the sun rise with her
________Play games with her
_________Stay out under the stars with her
__________Tell her how he much he loved her
Such a poor soul
To be locked away
Away from his love
How cruel a fate
To be forever
Tormented.
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(( I'm guessing this is where it should go... Don't kill me if i guessed wrong! >< ))
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