EDIT: I'll just keep updating this from time to time for my new followers to see it.
ENGLISH version
Hi everyone! Are you doing fine? ♥
Today I'm writting this journal just to express my opinion about some art themes so if you don't feel like reading a wall of text you can freely ignore this xD
Well, I've been receiving the same questions a lot on the last months. Questions such as "How many time do you need to finish an illustration?", "How many years have you been drawing?", "How long did it take you to be this good at drawing?", and also comments like "I wish I had your talent", "I'll never be this good because I suck at drawing
The moment a preying cat
Catches the poor mouse
The moment the fox
Makes the rabbit go down
The moment a baby bird shrieks
For a last time
Maybe mommy bird didn’t notice the snake
When that large bear
Catches a salmon out of river
That was on his way
To go back thousands of kilometres
Just to find a mate
And what do we do with it?
Landscapes get destroyed
Trees taken
Foxes hunted for their fur
Along with other mammals
We kill it
Destroy it
Hunt it
Eat it
Or throw it away
We don’t respect
Animals don’t understand our words anyways
I can only watch as my peaceful silence
Gets broken as the nature dies
And takes along wi
Maybe a bit shy
A bit weird
A bit odd
But that’s what it makes
So much fun
To talk and play
With a beautiful lady
Like her
And even though I am just as odd
Sometimes I feel jealous
That she can make it so much fun
Sleep
A state of unconsciousness
That lingers on consciousness
Nothing to worry about
Just dreams
Deep thoughts
And lingering memories
Full of emotion
It gives you the creeps
The shudders
The smiles
The pleasure
It’s still only a dream.
A state of consciousness
A state of mind
when you know she doesn't love you by Smallandsilent, literature
Literature
when you know she doesn't love you
Bright blue eyes
In midnight skies
Without a blanket of stars
Lying in their voices
As sad stories unfold
To darken ones sky
And break out in serious rain
As it resembles his bright pain
For her not noticing
Him.
If someone walked by they wouldn’t notice me. Well I am hidden so they would have to look hard. That is the trouble with people they never accept or think about the unordinary. I would always look twice if I walked past an ordinary bush. I’m smart in that way. My father taught me to do that. Always do what father tells you. But I guess I have to because I need to be ready for attack at any minute. You can never be too careful when you are around bushes. Especially if you are cat like me.
I have been in this bush for about 3 hours now. Mamma cat told me to stay here while she went to get food. She said “now you wait here Jas
For so much of my life I thought
Everything could be put into words and
Strung into sentences
For so much of my life I thought
Everything could be described
Then something changed
Something woke up inside me
I grew some wings
But I’m still learning how to fly
Everything seemed different
Fire was spreading
Yet no one seemed to care
There’s only a handful of us
People who notice the fire
Everyone can see it,
Yet do not realize
The destruction it will bring
However, with these eyes comes a curse
We will never be able to put
The tears of a starving child
Or the screams of an innocent man deemed guilty
Or t