The "post your artwork" thread! (sketches, paintings, photography, poems, lyrics...)
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nØthing
Christpuncher
I call it "Bobo the Butcher"... I drew this lovely little number while listening to Old Man's Child last night at about 10:00 p.m.
Clowns DO get away with murder....
I don't even know why i'm posting this one ... it's not very good. I drew most of it today in 3rd period English II. (we had to watch :Of Mice and Men"
Doesn't much look like her
It's obviously supposed to be Kim from Sinergy (the back of the "Beware the Heavens" album)
The lovely Mr. King Diamond... also drew this in English today (the whole freakin' thing). Lots of wierd looks from fellow students!
Notice his poofy mutton chops.
"Fall of Man"... Eve is about to ruin it for all of us.
Since I couldn't get it to show up in the post go hereeeee: www.geocities.com/tragicmayhem/unblind2.jpg
Only one I have uploaded atm. I'll scan and upload some more later
Only one I have uploaded atm. I'll scan and upload some more later
nØthing
Christpuncher
Caelestia
rawr
"Fall of Man" looks awesome. I've never done a proper sketch of the entire human form. Well, not for fun anyway.
Demonic Rapture
Vomit surge
Some rather uninspired poetical nonsense.
Incompatible Spheres
Within room of walls painted blue
Two spheres make way toward one another
Slowly, advancing toward zero degrees
Leaving realm of polar opposition
Pushing, grinding against force any way they can
Meeting in the middle, encircling each other
As though love brought them here
Never seperating for centuries
One day, the room painted blue takes on a darker shade
Black as coal, a void the room was made
The spheres stop as if caught in a horror
As if time itself has paused for this moment
The once seemingly compatible spheres
Fly off in their own directions
Never to be seen again, as room reverts back to blueish hue
Two spheres make way toward one another
Slowly, advancing toward zero degrees
Leaving realm of polar opposition
Pushing, grinding against force any way they can
Meeting in the middle, encircling each other
As though love brought them here
Never seperating for centuries
One day, the room painted blue takes on a darker shade
Black as coal, a void the room was made
The spheres stop as if caught in a horror
As if time itself has paused for this moment
The once seemingly compatible spheres
Fly off in their own directions
Never to be seen again, as room reverts back to blueish hue
A Transition of Mirrors
Two mirrors, complacent with one another
shine brightly within the void
They twist and turn, encircling you
whilst you stand dead center
The whirlwind makes your hair stand on edge
Obtuse, they gravitate towards you, pointing out your flaws
sliding across your sweaty skin, absorbing the salty water
Spinning like a drunken nightmare
Right mirror, reviewing your childhood innocence
Left mirror, presenting scenes of future dim
With great rageful, assertive force
You smash mirror left, choosing your own path
Thereby breaking the entrapment of the forcefield
Leaving right mirror spinning, your destiny is yours.
shine brightly within the void
They twist and turn, encircling you
whilst you stand dead center
The whirlwind makes your hair stand on edge
Obtuse, they gravitate towards you, pointing out your flaws
sliding across your sweaty skin, absorbing the salty water
Spinning like a drunken nightmare
Right mirror, reviewing your childhood innocence
Left mirror, presenting scenes of future dim
With great rageful, assertive force
You smash mirror left, choosing your own path
Thereby breaking the entrapment of the forcefield
Leaving right mirror spinning, your destiny is yours.
nØthing
Christpuncher
I had just now realized this thread was meant for more than drawings...I have a bunch of poems and lyrics I could share...
Silence.
A state never reached. Finally, quiet. Am I alone? Hath the monster left at last? Nay, I say, I am not alone. They are here. Demons of my past flash in my vision, and go away into nothingness. Nothingness. Stuck in oblivion forever. Unknowing, unfeeling. With rapture closing in, I stand. Unaware of my future, I keep my ground. The one who judges others shall be judged upon. Harsh his sentence be if choose it. I hold my tongue. The forked tongue that lashes out from the serpent searches for me. Bent on finding me. I do not hide. Cowardice is not an option. Delaying the inevitable draws the pain out longer. Pain. An excuse to stop. Stop fighting. Stop believing. Start conforming. He wants us all the same yet all equal. Equality. A state never reached. Those who fight for equality shall never win. Failure. Failing is a part of human nature. There is such no such thing as the perfect person. Why do some think so? Who is to judge a persons perfection? Not I, not you, not anyone. If one was perfect, there would be no reason to live. Without desire to live, life is worse than death. After death is unknown. Like an arcane scripture. Scriptures from the past are mutated to conform to the present. They keep secrets from us. Ignorance is bliss. Freedom. A state never reached. Like equality. Like silence.
Silence.
Silence.
A state never reached. Finally, quiet. Am I alone? Hath the monster left at last? Nay, I say, I am not alone. They are here. Demons of my past flash in my vision, and go away into nothingness. Nothingness. Stuck in oblivion forever. Unknowing, unfeeling. With rapture closing in, I stand. Unaware of my future, I keep my ground. The one who judges others shall be judged upon. Harsh his sentence be if choose it. I hold my tongue. The forked tongue that lashes out from the serpent searches for me. Bent on finding me. I do not hide. Cowardice is not an option. Delaying the inevitable draws the pain out longer. Pain. An excuse to stop. Stop fighting. Stop believing. Start conforming. He wants us all the same yet all equal. Equality. A state never reached. Those who fight for equality shall never win. Failure. Failing is a part of human nature. There is such no such thing as the perfect person. Why do some think so? Who is to judge a persons perfection? Not I, not you, not anyone. If one was perfect, there would be no reason to live. Without desire to live, life is worse than death. After death is unknown. Like an arcane scripture. Scriptures from the past are mutated to conform to the present. They keep secrets from us. Ignorance is bliss. Freedom. A state never reached. Like equality. Like silence.
Silence.
xenophobe
Active Member
Caelestia
rawr
Iced_LacunaWish_ said:How about bits and pieces of human form?
(refer back to "Bobo the Butcher" )
The only bit I sketch is the face. But yea, Bobo is one sexy bastard
