Ooo it's so pretty!
I think I've outdone myself on the look of my blog this time, if I do say so myself. It's so, so ... animated-film-like, and stuff. And the red makes me think of Japanimation, which I'm a bit fond of. I may just have to make up a story to go with the demon-drawing. Maybe make a comic of it? Hmmmm ...
And to help celebrate the new look in style, here's a bird that dances better than I do (and is, coincidentally, the funniest damn thing I've seen in a long time; dude's so into it, it's cute!):
Snatched from Cute Overload.com, of course.
Name this blog - revised
K. so I decided on "Dream of the Dragon" for the new - and yes, final - blog name. I even have a banner for it.
However.
My stooopid POS computer at work (which notoriously hates blogger) will not allow me to properly edit the header at the top ofmy blog. Oh, I can upload the new banner, but the option to use the banner "instead of title" doesn't show up until I clcik on save, and no matter how quickly I check it then, it's too late. There is no possible way - with any of the three different internet navigators I have on this computer - for me to have the uber-spiffy banner show up instead of the plain, boring title you see now. So, I have to wait till I get home to fix it, and it's gonna bug the living shit out of me all damn day because it really is an uber-spiffy banner. Truly.
Stooopid computer.
Here's what the banner will look like, only bigger:
And yes, that's my artwork again. A section of a demon I drew several years ago and colored in Photoshop. The coloring and shading is what made it take years; it's a pretty damn big file. I'll have to post the full picture on here sometime ...
Nightmare
Only two weeks till' Halloween. Here's a fun little spook for you - my version of the beast of legend, the Nightmare.
Sweet dreams, kiddies ...
Inside-out Skeleton
Inside-out skeleton beckons, then speaks:
A dry rasp of sanity reaching for decency,
Reaching for something not known but needed.
“These bones are shivering, hard and too long-
All jutting angles and crossed lines, and
This skin stretched thin rips
With each shudder and readjustment,
Crumbles with each heaving of a sigh.
Don’t let it all fall away;
I’m not ready to bare my soul just yet,
But I need something to hold me in,
So stretch it.
Stretch it thin,
Shake it,
Make it rattle, dry and cold:
This is the last of my toughened skin
So make of it something stronger to hold
All those things that
I’ve been told I need,
Make of it something sacred-
A vessel, a cup, a heart or womb-
Make something I can keep with me.
Too many moronic voices
Idiot vices
Blind aces held in slippery fingers,
And I want to scream,
Just make the sanity in me go away.
‘Can’t stand it,’ I shudder.
‘Can’t do this
Won’t do this
Why must I do this all again?’
I shiver,
And
Rip the skin.
These bones are turning to stone, and
In the shadows, cool and dry,
I struggle to find just one ray of light
To warm me.
Damn the things that need flesh
The things that need to be held -
Damn them for making me shiver so, clinging
To this last bit of cover against the cold.
Damn this ache in me for decency and secrecy -
I cannot banish it;
It is now too much a part of me.
Damn it all.
If I could stretch it,
Stretch it all
Into some cloak to fit me,
Some bag to hold me in again -
If I could wrap this all tight around me,
Cover the bones again -
If I could bear the burden of flesh
Just one more time, I think
I’d find that ray of light
And dance
And dance
And succumb to the fire.”
Inside-out skeleton turns, and,
Crumbling, sifting, sinks down into the shadows,
Silent and stretched too thin,
Shuddering and reaching for
Something
Sacred
To hold her in.
Yes, both drawing and poem are my own creations.
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