I said 2 days ago I would have my mock up. Oops. I didn't like the picture so I redid it... 5 times... At one point I was so tired and board of her not having any connection to the harp I put Almira up on top of the harp. And I googled if you could sit on a harp.... Yup. I don't think you can.
the connection can just be included in your poem sometimes and in your photo you can just portray that with the model showing emotion towards the instrument and it can just be sitting there and the model glancing at it with a sad look or anything that shows the instrument being the center of their life or a vital part of their sanity
The graveyard full of corpses,
The dead in the ground.
These poor unfortunate souls.
Morning the dead.
The sound of the flute soothes.
Chills start to send up my spine.
Between the mix of my flute playing "My Immortal" and the Graveyard setting.
This is my oasis.
The silence of the souls,
It wraps like a blanket of comfort.
Protecting me from the harsh reality.
Although my bubble of soothing comfort is broken.
The mourning of the dead must end.
The sun must rise.
I must return to my grave.
I miss being able to be able to touch anything but my flute.
However, my flute is my partner.
Alive or not.
I will cherish it forever.
I send best wishes from beyond the grave.
The Demon Inside Me
Oh how my sweet despair carries on like the flame of love
Simple yet so easily devoured
The energy of the melody soothes my soul and cleanses my spirit
Love is unattainable yet easy to find
That's merely a fantasy; an illusion of emotions
It's a myth completely disturbed
A demon lies beneath my soul and devours my love
Completely paralyzed and unable to search again
I am a useless being that can no longer speak the words of wisdom
My soul yearns for emotions and my spirit desires love
The Demon inside me has already devoured my innocent soul
I can no longer yearn for such emotions
I am the man whose soul has been sold by the Devil
My emotions are utterly refined
I have no feelings for such idiocy
The pain, the horror and the regret.
I can only feel pain... nothing more
Endless screams curses the night
Eternal darkness trails my path
The demon worships the ground I walk on
A creeper of the night... devouring my empty soul
The demon that lies inside me desires to consume my soul into pure darkness
My soul is yearning for a way to escape my terrible fate
The dark and frightening walls are closing
I am fully consumed by the utter darkness of evil
I hear a melody that beckons throughout my mind
A joyful melody with such a harmonious tune
Soft crystal white keys lay before my eyes
The pain in my heart starts to fall apart piece by piece
As I play the melody over and over again
My heart yearns for more and my love is becoming eternal
No more...No more... No more darkness
The demon that lies within me has vanished
The melody is purifying my soul
The soft sweet tune is making the love I have grow
I cannot help but wish that this moment was everlasting
My soul is being purified as the demon inside me is vanishing
The sweet tune of this piano
The soft melody and touch of the keys
The demon has vanished, my soul has been purified, and my love has been regained
As I play this marvelous piano my only wish is for this moment to be eternal
A lonely girl, all dressed in black and pink,
A lonely girl, an outcast at that,
A lonely girl, so full of misery,
A girl hidden in the shadows,
The shadows of her heart.
A life in the shadows, a life in the dark,
A life without a purpose, a life without a heart,
That’s what my life was, at the start,
But now I’m in the light, not in the dark,
A life with purpose, a life with a heart,
Now that I’ve meet my soul mate,
My guitar.
I lived in the shadows, I lived in the dark,
I had no purpose, I had no heart,
But my loved one changed that, it brought me joy,
The only one that I can trust,
Is my guitar.
The darkest corners of the mind
Whisper her darkest fears
Running, screaming, haunting,
Taunting her,
Making her feel all alone.
She’ll hum her haunting melodies.
They narrate her life.
Living alone in her mind.
She dodges the darkest corners,
Though the screaming never ends.
At night she’ll sit all alone
Staring at the harp that plays out her life.
Each note describes a voice,
A voice that screams out.
This is her remedy.
She’ll make her own stories,
Become the author of a life
She knows she will never have.
She’ll play while her fingers bleed,
The voices will never be pleased.
Haunting.
Whispering.
Screaming.
It never stops-
The darkest corners of her mind
Have taken over her mind.
She’ll lie on the floor,
Wondering what song will be her cure.
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Haha what? XDD
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Just in my thinking zone 8)
the connection can just be included in your poem sometimes and in your photo you can just portray that with the model showing emotion towards the instrument and it can just be sitting there and the model glancing at it with a sad look or anything that shows the instrument being the center of their life or a vital part of their sanity
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maybe it'll encourage others to sign up and step out of the shadows :?
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I agree ^_^
I strike down the keys
of ebony and ivory,
I savor them,
as their tones roll off my fingertips,
I wish to be them
The sweet sounds of joys:
happiness and love
for I have neither,
I'm alone,
Just me, myself, and a piano
The keys are all I have,
I value them,
For they are beautiful.
But the Beauty doesn't lie in the keys,
Only in the person that strokes them
that is great
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The graveyard full of corpses,
The dead in the ground.
These poor unfortunate souls.
Morning the dead.
The sound of the flute soothes.
Chills start to send up my spine.
Between the mix of my flute playing "My Immortal" and the Graveyard setting.
This is my oasis.
The silence of the souls,
It wraps like a blanket of comfort.
Protecting me from the harsh reality.
Although my bubble of soothing comfort is broken.
The mourning of the dead must end.
The sun must rise.
I must return to my grave.
I miss being able to be able to touch anything but my flute.
However, my flute is my partner.
Alive or not.
I will cherish it forever.
I send best wishes from beyond the grave.
The Demon Inside Me
Oh how my sweet despair carries on like the flame of love
Simple yet so easily devoured
The energy of the melody soothes my soul and cleanses my spirit
Love is unattainable yet easy to find
That's merely a fantasy; an illusion of emotions
It's a myth completely disturbed
A demon lies beneath my soul and devours my love
Completely paralyzed and unable to search again
I am a useless being that can no longer speak the words of wisdom
My soul yearns for emotions and my spirit desires love
The Demon inside me has already devoured my innocent soul
I can no longer yearn for such emotions
I am the man whose soul has been sold by the Devil
My emotions are utterly refined
I have no feelings for such idiocy
The pain, the horror and the regret.
I can only feel pain... nothing more
Endless screams curses the night
Eternal darkness trails my path
The demon worships the ground I walk on
A creeper of the night... devouring my empty soul
The demon that lies inside me desires to consume my soul into pure darkness
My soul is yearning for a way to escape my terrible fate
The dark and frightening walls are closing
I am fully consumed by the utter darkness of evil
I hear a melody that beckons throughout my mind
A joyful melody with such a harmonious tune
Soft crystal white keys lay before my eyes
The pain in my heart starts to fall apart piece by piece
As I play the melody over and over again
My heart yearns for more and my love is becoming eternal
No more...No more... No more darkness
The demon that lies within me has vanished
The melody is purifying my soul
The soft sweet tune is making the love I have grow
I cannot help but wish that this moment was everlasting
My soul is being purified as the demon inside me is vanishing
The sweet tune of this piano
The soft melody and touch of the keys
The demon has vanished, my soul has been purified, and my love has been regained
As I play this marvelous piano my only wish is for this moment to be eternal
cowboys that is great too :0
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A lonely girl, all dressed in black and pink,
A lonely girl, an outcast at that,
A lonely girl, so full of misery,
A girl hidden in the shadows,
The shadows of her heart.
A life in the shadows, a life in the dark,
A life without a purpose, a life without a heart,
That’s what my life was, at the start,
But now I’m in the light, not in the dark,
A life with purpose, a life with a heart,
Now that I’ve meet my soul mate,
My guitar.
I lived in the shadows, I lived in the dark,
I had no purpose, I had no heart,
But my loved one changed that, it brought me joy,
The only one that I can trust,
Is my guitar.
The Remedy
The darkest corners of the mind
Whisper her darkest fears
Running, screaming, haunting,
Taunting her,
Making her feel all alone.
She’ll hum her haunting melodies.
They narrate her life.
Living alone in her mind.
She dodges the darkest corners,
Though the screaming never ends.
At night she’ll sit all alone
Staring at the harp that plays out her life.
Each note describes a voice,
A voice that screams out.
This is her remedy.
She’ll make her own stories,
Become the author of a life
She knows she will never have.
She’ll play while her fingers bleed,
The voices will never be pleased.
Haunting.
Whispering.
Screaming.
It never stops-
The darkest corners of her mind
Have taken over her mind.
She’ll lie on the floor,
Wondering what song will be her cure.
Her remedy.
looking good everybody! :thumbup:
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