Creative Corner

1035

March 31, 2019 08:21:35

@Wraith296

Heavy smoke, fog and flame, the curl of crystal magic. Heavy fabric, heavy heart, smooth metal, closed eyes in bliss. Enclosed spaces, mist tracing down one’s cheek. The flash of many glittering things. The heavy exhale, the outburst of song, the candles in a ring. Ground tea leaves, fraying tapestries, limbs obscured through veils. Through the day you move liquid smooth through the test of time and tears.

Lore Aesthetics

Lizard Game

Poetry Commissions

@Scarborough For Wilhelm: Crystal-sweet, song and flare, the pastels of the dawn, the bustle of midday. Liquid sun collected and filtered through colored glass. The hum of small machinery, the rows of fruit in the vendor’s stands. The bright burst of laughter, the hand extended outward, the early mornings, three spoons of honey into the new mug of tea. Flecks of paint, deft hands, the bittersweet blended into the passing of the joyous day. [emoji=sun]

SilverSilver

1035

March 31, 2019 08:26:48

@Scarborough

For Wilhelm:

Crystal-sweet, song and flare, the pastels of the dawn, the bustle of midday. Liquid sun collected and filtered through colored glass. The hum of small machinery, the rows of fruit in the vendor’s stands. The bright burst of laughter, the hand extended outward, the early mornings, three spoons of honey into the new mug of tea. Flecks of paint, deft hands, the bittersweet blended into the passing of the joyous day.

Lore Aesthetics

Lizard Game

Poetry Commissions

@LunaTenebrisFlos For Sunny: Soft, fluffy fabric, red dust along the wingtips. The scent of pine and incense, the broken fountain made whole, seasalt and cloves. The rising wind before the twister forms, the clasped hands, the sleepy smile. The red sky before us, the blue moon above. The evening dances, the flowers that stubbornly push forth in the drought. The weary limbs, the heavy head, the hopeful heart, and the silence that precedes the birdsong. [emoji=red star]

SilverSilver

1035

March 31, 2019 08:33:10

@LunaTenebrisFlos

For Sunny:

Soft, fluffy fabric, red dust along the wingtips. The scent of pine and incense, the broken fountain made whole, seasalt and cloves. The rising wind before the twister forms, the clasped hands, the sleepy smile. The red sky before us, the blue moon above. The evening dances, the flowers that stubbornly push forth in the drought. The weary limbs, the heavy head, the hopeful heart, and the silence that precedes the birdsong.

Lore Aesthetics

Lizard Game

Poetry Commissions

@Pocketnerd For shadow: The solidary scholar’s den, bright beads and gems strung in the windowsill. Earthen teas and dark chocolate. The circle of candles before the altar. Faded parchment, delicate bells, drum-tones in the deep. The castle spire, white marble, ancient crypts; the abandoned photos, names crossed off so harshly the paper tore. Ravens on the windowsill, spiders in the attic, all things ambient but containing infinite action. [emoji=crystal ball]

SilverSilver

1035

March 31, 2019 08:42:05

@Pocketnerd

For shadow:

The solidary scholar’s den, bright beads and gems strung in the windowsill. Earthen teas and dark chocolate. The circle of candles before the altar. Faded parchment, delicate bells, drum-tones in the deep. The castle spire, white marble, ancient crypts; the abandoned photos, names crossed off so harshly the paper tore. Ravens on the windowsill, spiders in the attic, all things ambient but containing infinite action.

Lore Aesthetics

Lizard Game

Poetry Commissions

@Hocotate For Canadea: Red foxes, torn petals, rosehip and vanilla. The sunny morning, the pale curtains, gossip exchanged in the shadows of parasols. Dainty steps, flashy nails, smiles that too quickly turn sharp. Long nights, torn paper, closets in disarray. The height of summer and the fear of winter. The thorn hidden in the ring, perfume dabbed behind the ears, smeared charcoal. The letters on the table, still sealed, the coffee long since grown cold. [emoji=rose]

SilverSilver