Before you ask, the answer is yes. Writing is indeed a form of art; it totally counts. And, as it is the only craft I have taken up in my years, it is all that shall be posted here. Stupid, I know, but get used to it. Here are my excuses for not posting any "regular" art:
* My drawings are worth about as much as dirt. That is to say, nothing. They are limited to stick figures and horrible, horrible landscapes. I do have this halfway-decent picture of an owl I drew once, but even it isn't that amazing.
* I can't take a photo to save my life, y'all. My hands shake whenever I hold the camrea and the pictures always come out blurry and crooked.
So yeah. 'Tis why "regular" art shall be avoided here. Anyway, the first thing I shall be posting is a poem I wrote, the very first one that I ever put any sort of thought/emotion into. If everyone likes my poetry and wants to see more, I'll post more. Just not right now. I don't want to seem obnoxious. So here we go, my poem:
"Anger"
Anger is a wildfire It roars, raging and out of control Threatening to consume all Things that come in reach
Anger burns, it destroys It is deadly, a stealthy killer Of living things Of innocent things
The colors of anger Are passionate reds, blazing oranges They are The destroyers; the destroyers of life
Watching anger Is watching a lion hunt Beautiful, yet so horrible you want to turn away It terrifies you, but it keeps you watching
The spark of anger in the eyes Is an all to common sight If we are not careful It will destory all incorrupt souls
Before you ask, the answer is yes. Writing is indeed a form of art; it totally counts. And, as it is the only craft I have taken up in my years, it is all that shall be posted here. Stupid, I know, but get used to it. Here are my excuses for not posting any "regular" art:
* My drawings are worth about as much as dirt. That is to say, nothing. They are limited to stick figures and horrible, horrible landscapes. I do have this halfway-decent picture of an owl I drew once, but even it isn't that amazing.
* I can't take a photo to save my life, y'all. My hands shake whenever I hold the camrea and the pictures always come out blurry and crooked.
So yeah. 'Tis why "regular" art shall be avoided here. Anyway, the first thing I shall be posting is a poem I wrote, the very first one that I ever put any sort of thought/emotion into. If everyone likes my poetry and wants to see more, I'll post more. Just not right now. I don't want to seem obnoxious. So here we go, my poem:
"Anger"
Anger is a wildfire
It roars, raging and out of control
Threatening to consume all
Things that come in reach
Anger burns, it destroys
It is deadly, a stealthy killer
Of living things
Of innocent things
The colors of anger
Are passionate reds, blazing oranges
They are
The destroyers; the destroyers of life
Watching anger
Is watching a lion hunt
Beautiful, yet so horrible you want to turn away
It terrifies you, but it keeps you watching
The spark of anger in the eyes
Is an all to common sight
If we are not careful
It will destory all incorrupt souls
Anger is a wildfire
Impossible to tame
Enjoy! :)
From Hope, Your Fellow Artist