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Feature of someone very deserving

Journal Entry: Sat May 24, 2014, 8:16 AM
  • Mood: Speechless
  • Listening to: Traffic and birds chirping
  • Eating: Peaches
Icemaya's journal

Read about this artist's life and even a few features

I should have done this a long time ago.

As some of you might know, I dabble in a little bit of everything when it comes to being an artist, one of those things are poetry and poems. And one of the people I talk with a lot on here writes some absolutely gorgeous ones.

The guy I'm talking about is slenderblade

Today he posted this one: Surfeited FacadesA bird flopped with broken wings
On the pavement
Others kept walking by
On the pavement
Like moths in darkness
Flapping wings like stunted eagles
Flitting in and out
Of the moonless night
None saw the bird
On the ground
Breathing its last
Chest weaving
The city had its purpose
Barren, populated wasteland
Sewers were underground
Hidden from the rich.
The bird flapped some more
Made its way out of harm
Blood still finding a path
To leave . . .
It flapped some more
And began to fly
Ignoring the pain
Faltering often
Those who saw the flight
Took note of the bird
"Another being, free from care"
"How I wish I could fly"
Knowing not the broken wings
The bird is forced to carry on
Bleeding and sputtering
All pitch
It falters again
For the last time
Sparing room for a final chirp

And as his artists notes says, I was the inspiration behind it, or rather this piece here: InsideMy heart ripped apart again
will I rise up stronger?
dare to climb that edge and fly again?
Because it hurts just as much being alone
to long for what I haven't found yet
Being so careful
piecing it together, sheltering it
trying not to cry when it hurts
The world won't know my pain
nor my weak moments
I'll hide the loneliness
Don the masks again
it's like playing charades
They won't pay attention
to what's behind the mask
as long as I keep it in place
Inside I'm a broken doll
a bleeding heart
But my smile is well played
the familiarity is in my favour
So easy to hide behind
As soon as the attention shifts
I'm alone once again
Unable to fight
As I watch my own heart left broken
like it was made of fragile glass
bleeding in my hands
It hurts
Never going to be the same
and I hide the hurt
the tears
and the wounds
I wish it was different
that not all I have to give is pieces
broken heart
broken soul
and demons in my mind
is all I have left be

And I thought it was time I featured some of his works that I like the most beside the one he recently posted (which is not easy, because he has so many good ones)

MercyA sweeping wind flew into the past and
Drew forth breathing, screaming, helpless
With eyes, the humans were blind and
Drew forth hopes and dreams, formless
Took hold, took hold of hope.
Pride built like nations,
Alliance of prosperity.
Self preservation, fear of death,
Fear of embarrassment
Fear of realizing one's own weakness.
A sweeping hand flew into her face and
Drew forth breathing, silencing, helpless
Melted and confused, broken more and more
By those so bent on
Self preservation, fear of death,
Fear of embarrassment
Fear of realizing one's own weakness.
Ignorance was bliss,
Now it is a cradle
The birthing place of sin
Can it be forgiven?
The sweeping hand may never ask.
Red, orange, black.
A sweeping arm
Flew around her waist and
Drew forth healing, calming, kindness
ReincarnationThe dawn falls into the ocean
Engulfed by the red tides,
Bleaching tears,
Those of the siren's song.
Waves caress his careless head,
Iron mixes with salt.
A skyscraper is formed;
Jutting far into the mourning sky;
It waves its hand across the sea,
And breaks and plummets and crashes.
Debris lands around him
And on him
And through him
But he is already gone,
Gone, far from the shores,
Drifting, far from the sea.
And another corpse lands from the sky,
Another bloody mess --
The skyscraper is formed...
And shatters again,
Pilfering the bodies of life,
On which more and more and more bodies fall.
  DecisionThe walls around me
Are so far away
Surrounding this pedestal
On which I stand.
The room is gray
Shambled but dreadful
Like the breadth of a thousand martyrs
Altruistic, and destroyed.
Below me I see nothing around,
Blackness swallows the ground.
I surmise that I am on this lofty altar
Only to have two choices.
An ancient sound of grinding gears
Grows greater, louder, older,
As the clanking floor around me rises
Until this shadow enjoys my audience.
The ground is now at level
With my feet, but something horrid.
It is populated with shafts of iron
Jagged, pointed, and gleaming.
There are skeletons impinged
Here and there
Each with broken legs, or necks,
Or ribs.
And as the image finally takes hold,
The grinding, clanking floor descends
Again into the blackness below me,
Shifting shadows shirking their fearful gazes
My mind spins and my stomach beholds me,
As I look for some way to escape
But just at that moment, when I hear the grinding stop
Oh, so far, far below me
All light is wiped c

Keep on being such a lovely person and friend :hug:


May Britt
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
Born 4. June 1988

I'm kindhearted, optimistic, a little geeky, creative and loyal.

Also, my username have nothing to do with the mayans, Maya is my nickname and I find ice to be rather facinating. (Not the cold part of it, but everything else)


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Hannibal-Kannibal Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2014
Hello!!! Nice PONY oc and nice avatar, also love your art! <3

Greetings from a Ice-norsk person ^^ that no speaks norsk xD
Icemaya Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you :love:
Hannibal-Kannibal Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2014
No problem! :love:
Lvl0shadic Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2014
Happy 4th of july.And hello
Icemaya Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I don't celebrate 4th of July as I'm Norwegian, come back on 17th of May instead :P
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