Welcome! This is my new and improved thread of Magic Tragic Art sales, because
1. My art quality had improved by one percent. Woah.
2. I can sell poetry, to!
If you haven't heard of my thread, it wasn't popular, but it doesn't matter! You can find all the info in this thread that you need. I do humans, Oc's, dragons from wings of fire and fr ones!
-Ima bump this thing. I'm a even better artist by now.
Art level. Went from 39 percent to 40
Woaahh
Traditional Markered
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Traditional Pencil
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Traditonal Markered +pen
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Traditional Sketched
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Digital Clear
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Poetry Ex.
Mirai's Poem
It seems lifes a fickle thing,
one that shifts and craves for nothing,
but to tear me apart piece by piece,
Can't you, Can't you hear them howling?
Sometimes when you fall you take
the risk that it won't be a mistake
even if your lives at stake.
Can't You hear them howling?
Life's a, Life's a fickle thing..
Sometimes wishes give us hope,
but sometimes wishes are but a joke
until they wrap you until you choke,
Howling, Howling, Life's a fickle thing.
Can you catch it, catch it? As it flickers from
your grasp?
Is it fate that blows the wind,
or is it my own control? Do you know?
Fickle, Fickle thing, Howling..
The light's to bright, the good has to many lies,
the shadows the only place to hide,
come,
come inside.
Midnight's Poem
Souls, souls and Memories,
Don't you know they follow me,
despite my grin so wide,
darkness is still inside.
Souls, souls and Memories,
Who do you thought built those gates,
the ones that play keep away?
Souls, souls and Memories
I cast them outside so only knowledge
will we find, if we walk beside them.
Souls, souls and Memories
I'm still happy,
but it's still with souls, souls, memories,
so I'll keep laughing,
but I will remember the souls,
and the memories will remember me.
Mural
I guess I'm just a wall with a face,
to every stranger I see as I go place to place,
to prove I won't fall is a constant race.
You know my name, not my story, who are you to
say I have no glory? I'm not something you study in a laboratory,
I have pages to fame, my body just a territory.
I stroke, I stroke, my paintbrush starts to unfold,
what other don't know, colors born to be told.
Your just a bloke, a bloke, I shall be written in bold!
I'm a wall with a face, open, open my gate,
I'm not a gentle snowflake, your mistake, is the last string I shall take!
All smiles are fake, frowns lead to tears that cause lakes,
Look upon my Grace! Not my Face!
Guess I can Imagine Waves as Hills
Up one hill, down another,
perfectly fine til my car makes a splutter.
Crip crack go, puff puff puff,
darn it, this road may have been to tough.
My legs ain't as good as they used to be,
so I guess I'll just have to postpon my trip
to the coun'try
Flat land, low land, what my br'ain fails to understand
is how i'll ever see this place ag'ain.
Up one hill, down another,
perfectly fine til my car makes a splutter.
Crip crack go, puff puff puff,
darn it, this road may have been to tough.
My legs ain't as good as they used to be,
so I guess I'll just have to postpon my trip
to the coun'try
Sea life, cut the rope with your new knife,
slice, slice, slice
Up one wave, down another,
perfectly fine until my boat starts to flutter
woosh woosh woosh, do boats have a caboose?
My swimmin aint good as it used to be,
guess I'll see you someday, please,
will you say hi to coun'try,
for me?
The half house I lived half of half in
A man and his family lived in that house of half,
one other lay above, futuristic, but past of my past.
As the family grew old, the house of half shook with mold.
The half of the past house twas built on that hill, most of the family was gone, but the man lived there still. His crinkles and folds,
and memory uncontrolled. They say that a man shall not die,
until the day of the sunrise,
where his name is spoken last, where the future he had is now past.
He left that house, his family sad, but his bones were weak, not like young lads. The swing once used grew old to, watching the birds.
The swing saw the birds,
the grass saw the swing,
the sun saw it all,
and even the moon intervened.
We see the moon, we see the sun,
so has that mans story ended or begun?
Phoenix
I'll be light from the fire,
The pillar going higher
The healer with no other desire
Than to come from the flames, rebirthed
a new being on the earth
and together we shall surge
like we have no other urge
to the battle, murged
if we die we'll later emerge,
a sight for the liers
Catching Dreams
I built a dream catcher,
but It caught no dreams.
I checked each morning,
and wasn't pleased.
I put it farther,
way outside,
pray that one day,
it would catch wind inside.
I heard that if you waved
a tool back and forth,
bubbles would be born
so I waved that dream catcher
back and forth,
Ignoring the leaves
focussing on the blue
not the green
A glint in the sky,
when I looked up high,
and there was my dream,
lain out for me
a airplane before me
Fall
Walking towards a cliff, A Ending.
A new beginning.
A chance.
The unknown, the one force
that pulls all humankind
The questions surrounding the brain,
like leaves covering the facts.
You peer at the edge, but you can only see so far.
It looks like a void, but there's a chance.
A chance there's a bottom.
But also a chance it's to far.
You've seen how falls breaks bones,
gravity rejoicing savagely as they lunge over
the edge.
That they hope,
but they fall too hard,
there hopeful wings turning into piles.
But this is different.
And you are different.
You leap,
you fall,
but it's up to you
if you fly or die.
I Am
I am not pretty
I am not ugly
I am not fat
nor am I skinny
I'm not living
but I'm not dead
I am sleepin
but even when i'm not
feel like I'm dreamin
Things be to bright
but I guess
my souls just to gloomy
Feel trapped
when it's plenty roomy
I am here
but I'm also where
I was
an where I might be
If I keep on sailing
this sea
Up and down
spinning around
look like a professor
feel like a clown
Guess I could do better
but it's like cutting leather
They think I'm sane
so I say I'm ok
but I don't know if
this is right in the brain
Can't see what other people think
maybe everyone has these quirks and kinks
I am here
But really I've dissapeared
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