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Pancreatic panicOne hopes that the route ofPancreatic panic by jade-pandora
islets of Langerhans
is not circuitous, as the life and
death of salmon in their cycle,
and never becomes askew of
purpose at the expense of my life.
Sonnet for Answers (NaPoWriMo - Day 24)On a brisk walk and autumn day, out by the ancient grave,Sonnet for Answers (NaPoWriMo - Day 24) by mmihalko13
My eyes wept, or so it would seem, as I could no longer see;
My heart paused at the signs, realities truth; love had created a slave,
Blind, and alone, life’s emptiness at hand, please help me.
No, I know my end was not quite near,
Not foretold or written, in verse or the stars;
No, my love, I call to thee, where are you my dear,
Silence still, waiting for loves harp to transcend these rusting bars.
There I stand, and see, your pale eyes faintly rise in the night,
Your heartbeat too, felt within the bounds of the mortal universe;
Why did you leave me darling, why did we have to fight?
Questions I ponder deep, as I try to vanquish my curse.
Thunder reigns’, lightning follows, as scarlet flows from the tears I cry,
For love is love, and our love lives, within the dark regions of why!
Mr SnideyMr Snidey slowly lowered himself into his worn old armchair, the seat indented to fit his shape, for so long had he occupied it. His knees creaked like ancient tree trunks as he descended. As he settled himself down, he spread his arms against the armrests luxuriously, much like a king would on a grand throne. Every movement he made appeared to occur in slow motion, his body no longer able to deal with life at what most people would describe as normal speed.Mr Snidey by CupofCharlie
He slowly removed his brown slippers and lifted his legs to rest on the footstool before him. Getting up to turn on the television was an arduous task for Mr Snidey, and he tired easily. He exhaled deeply, and closed his eyes briefly, savouring the calming few moments when his aged muscles began to relax.
His face was deeply wrinkled; marking the many years he had inhabited this Earth. His skin was yellowed with age, much like the pages of a worn book, and was scattered haphazardly with liver spots. His pale eyes radiated kindness;
New Challenge: Quotable ArtistryGreetings Castle Dwellers...
We have a new challenge here at the Castle, "Quotable Artistry." I don't know about you all, but I really like to see quotes within the artwork. I'm drawn often to include a lyric or two in my own works. (I know at least ONE person, :iconwavingplz: who doesn't care for this kind of work but I hope she'll play anyway. So, the concept is any type of artwork that includes a quote. Hopefully you will choose one that is of particular meaning or inspiration to you. Easy peasy, eh? DO send in only your best effort(s.) Continue making the judging of the "winners" a CHALLENGE for the judge because there are so many fine works to choose from.
The requirement is this: you MUST include a quote within the artwork itself. Mention in your description any details that pertain to the reason for your choice of quote. NOTE: Song lyrics are acceptable as much of the inspirations for quotes come from them.
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