Warning and Big Feature

I need to relay the journal entry of my lovely friend, , <span class="">a kind and sweet person that a unsavory member saw fit to bother with inappropriate and stupid comments<span class="">,</span> to be polite<span class=""> :



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Then the feature, with my two best friends to begin :

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(stock account, I hope to work a long time again with you my friend) :


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Then, some greats new works I've seen on DA these days :



Dark Photomanipulations :


   



   



   





Fantasy Photomanipulations :


 


  


  


 


  



Emotional Photomanipulations :


 

 


  



 






Landscape and Scenery Photomanipulations :



     





 







Some of my others great friends and supports, thanks to all of you :



   



  


  





   


 


The art roomWhispers on a chill breeze
The echoes of lonely heartbeats
Artist who pour their soul into their work
Emotion, passion, design
The mere shadows of creativity
The light falling through the glass
The scent of pollen and air freshener
Smiles through peoples creations
The light reflecting off golden leaves
Story’s beginning and coming to an end
Unnatural patterns celebrating earth
Heartbreak expressed through wire and ribbon
Texture coming straight from the heart
Darker destinies shining through plastic
Rusting fates upon a frame
Love flowing for all to see
Free spirits trapped inside burning cages
Shells showing a different creation
The artist who paints with her tears
Expressing both torment and pleasure in one single space
From comfort to sound to a warm quiet place
Death and desire, blood and sugar, harmony and dissonance
All found in the place we call
The art room  Just so... (edit)I could fill
the world
with flowers
but that wouldn't
make you happy.
Happiness
is fleeting
at its best
and you
exist somewhere
on that
dark hilltop,
watching
flickering stars,
rising from
a dismal, damp,
Daemmerung
and streetlamps
set into
their forgotten
byways.
Wandering minstrels,
the lost ones,
sing
sadder songs
than most
can bear -
And the world
does not care.
I live there
too -
some days,
many nights
when humanity
seems useless
in the vast
panorama
of shattered,
broken-glass
dreams.
Such a
dark mirror
but many pieces
make a whole...
Flowers die
quickly.
They are
meant to -
cut down in
comparitive
youth
but stars
are old.
Streetlamps
are replaced
by frightened
men
and songs
are sung
by suffering
spirits in hell
before they are
ever heard
in heaven...
It is
just so -
you know...







   


 






 


   


   





 

 


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