Farewell
Dirt roads,
And pinecones,
Out late,
And irate,
All things that are memories,
From this precious little town.
Nowhere,
And town fairs,
Seems just like,
I’m fighting tears,
Wal-mart,
And go-carts,
Spray paint,
And duck tape,
Some of the few things,
That never seem to fail.
Laughing out loud,
Not being too sound,
I’m sure gunna miss,
Those old friends,
Like,
Sonja,
With the bad behave-ya,
Kirk,
With the quirk,
And the best,
The dearest of them all,
Nicole,
With the Soul,
Who could light up a room,
With just some move,
Whose humor,
Is actually humorous,
And tales,
With bales,
For of course,
Ole Possum & Tater,
So I abide Farewell,
From this small little town,
Which has grown apart of me,
For the past six years.
Farewell Farewell,
You dirty old town,
I love you to death,
But it’s time to move on.
You’ll be missed,
For I can’t dismiss,
Your dirt roads,
Or anything close,
Farewell my friend,
But don’t pretend,
That it’s the end.
I am moving to Columbia, MO, July 31st, for college. I just want to say, that I’m going to miss you Nicole, and I love you dude, so much. I hope everything works out for you!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Through the eyes of a babe
Her little eyes swelled with tears
As her father drove away
So much confusion
Why he could not stay
As the car got further away
She sat upon the steps
Bear in mind when they were a family
When times were at its best
Her parents always told her
Be brave and be bold
Sometimes a daddy and a mommy
Have to make it on their own
She dried her little eyes
Listening to her mother explain
How her daddy and mommy’s
Love for her
Would always stay the same
Author
Tanya L. Lyles
2007
As her father drove away
So much confusion
Why he could not stay
As the car got further away
She sat upon the steps
Bear in mind when they were a family
When times were at its best
Her parents always told her
Be brave and be bold
Sometimes a daddy and a mommy
Have to make it on their own
She dried her little eyes
Listening to her mother explain
How her daddy and mommy’s
Love for her
Would always stay the same
Author
Tanya L. Lyles
2007
Trees Come Down
You laid it down,
For all to see,
Written in stone,
Your love for me.
But as love grows,
Such as a tree,
It must come down,
If it must be.
This is another poem I wrote today when looking at Nicole's pictures.
For all to see,
Written in stone,
Your love for me.
But as love grows,
Such as a tree,
It must come down,
If it must be.
This is another poem I wrote today when looking at Nicole's pictures.
Half Past Ten
She laid there with his note in hand,
Softly crying and so glad,
To have his love right there in words,
The greatest gift she ever had.
He’d given her a necklace,
With a heart he said was his,
Said, “Now it’s with you everywhere,”
He sealed it with a kiss.
And then that very night,
She read his love again,
And holding his heart within her hand,
She died at half past ten.
This was inspired by photographs on Nicole's page she has listed a link to. If you check out her page see if you can spot the photos which brought this out of me. I am so glad to have written something. I was in a bit of a dry spot. Thank you Nicole for the inspiration. This literally came out within five minutes of looking through your work.
Softly crying and so glad,
To have his love right there in words,
The greatest gift she ever had.
He’d given her a necklace,
With a heart he said was his,
Said, “Now it’s with you everywhere,”
He sealed it with a kiss.
And then that very night,
She read his love again,
And holding his heart within her hand,
She died at half past ten.
This was inspired by photographs on Nicole's page she has listed a link to. If you check out her page see if you can spot the photos which brought this out of me. I am so glad to have written something. I was in a bit of a dry spot. Thank you Nicole for the inspiration. This literally came out within five minutes of looking through your work.
Puppies
Periodically my grandmother Linda will be sending me photos of her dogs so that I may post them up for her. I hope you all will enjoy them as much as I do.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Resting Rock
She lay there among the silk and fancy attire. She looked as if she were a wilted flower resting on a polished stone in an unattended garden, beautiful but lifeless. Her skin powdered with a white mask, she never wore her makeup that light. We did not believe it was her at first, however she bare the ring her sister bought her. A stranger to her but an acquaintance spoke on her behalf, as she lay there in silence. Some say when the body dies it will rest until it is time; we felt her presence there, as if she was an angel in the choir. Maybe among the voices there, hers was the sweatiest, she always did love the song, Amazing Grace.
Author
Tanya L. Lyles
Author
Tanya L. Lyles
A Quick Notification
Hey everyone. I wanted to inform you all that we have three web links thus far located on the left side of the blog. The first is to my grandmother Linda's website for her American Eskimo breeding business. The second is the site where you can find Nicole's fantastic photography skills. The third is my aunt Tanya's website displaying some of her poetry and back story on her wonderful family. On Tanya's website there is also a link to the HCI online bookstore. Check them out when you get a chance. These are some good sites. I cannot wait for more to come so do not be shy if you have a website you would like to broadcast.
In the very near future I will be posting a summary for each website listed in the links section. I will be thoroughly going through each one so that I may give you an overlook of the cool things each site contains.
Keep on creating!
-Dustin_Shane
Administrator/Author
In the very near future I will be posting a summary for each website listed in the links section. I will be thoroughly going through each one so that I may give you an overlook of the cool things each site contains.
Keep on creating!
-Dustin_Shane
Administrator/Author
A Word From Dustin_Shane
I have decided to add a new link section on the left side of the blog. It is a place where I will gladly list websites owned or created by the authors of Writer's Library. You will notice the first one has already been put up. It is a link to Linda's (my grandmother) website for her dog breeding business. It has wonderful pictures and information on her show dogs and their puppies. If you like cute puppies and gorgeous dogs then check it out sometime.
Should anyone wish to have a link to their own website added please contact me either on Facebook or through email. As always, my email address is dustin_shane@live.com. Feel free to send suggestions or requests. Remember that we are ALL a part of this so I am always happy to hear ideas for changes and more stuff we can put on here to amp up the Library.
That is all for now. I bid you all a great day and hope everyone is well! Keep on creating!
-Dustin_Shane
Administrator/Author
Should anyone wish to have a link to their own website added please contact me either on Facebook or through email. As always, my email address is dustin_shane@live.com. Feel free to send suggestions or requests. Remember that we are ALL a part of this so I am always happy to hear ideas for changes and more stuff we can put on here to amp up the Library.
That is all for now. I bid you all a great day and hope everyone is well! Keep on creating!
-Dustin_Shane
Administrator/Author
You Left My Heart to Wither
To you, my friend, whom I once madly loved...
We were young and wild
Had not a clue in the world
Linked together by the vast night sky
We were inseparable
They tried to rip us apart
But we held on tight
With the world against us
Our love had weakened
A few bad decisions later
Things came to a halt
With your head held high
You left my heart to wither
But that was long, long ago
Our hearts now healed and happy
We forgave, forgotten
And moved on.
As a dear friend to me today,
I thank you for being you and following your heart.
You are an amazing person.
Monday, July 26, 2010
It's for the best
~It’s for the best~
You just showed up,
and I really didn’t expect anything of it,
I mean, what was I suppose to think?
You were just like everyone else,
that decided to talk to me.
I wasn’t really sure of you,
because I didn’t know you,
But then I was invited over,
to the place you’d be staying.
I came for my friend,
but ended up talking to you, my friend,
I couldn’t believe it,
you had the prettiest eyes,
and the whitest smile.
It was suppose to be that one night stand,
but ended up with me liking you even more,
funny thing was,
you were everything I hated.
Your attitude,
your outlook on life,
your appearance,
and your family.
I’d wish I had your family,
and just the way you lived,
you seemed so free to do what you wanted,
do see what you wanted,
but I couldn’t have that.
I tried to not think about you,
so I flirted in front of you,
but in the end,
I kept thinking about you.
You looked very annoyed,
like I had done something wrong,
but then I realized,
you were jealous.
I really didn’t expect anything of it,
I mean, what was I suppose to think?
You were just like everyone else,
that decided to talk to me,
Now you’re leaving,
to go back home,
thank god for that,
because its for the best.
You just showed up,
and I really didn’t expect anything of it,
I mean, what was I suppose to think?
You were just like everyone else,
that decided to talk to me.
I wasn’t really sure of you,
because I didn’t know you,
But then I was invited over,
to the place you’d be staying.
I came for my friend,
but ended up talking to you, my friend,
I couldn’t believe it,
you had the prettiest eyes,
and the whitest smile.
It was suppose to be that one night stand,
but ended up with me liking you even more,
funny thing was,
you were everything I hated.
Your attitude,
your outlook on life,
your appearance,
and your family.
I’d wish I had your family,
and just the way you lived,
you seemed so free to do what you wanted,
do see what you wanted,
but I couldn’t have that.
I tried to not think about you,
so I flirted in front of you,
but in the end,
I kept thinking about you.
You looked very annoyed,
like I had done something wrong,
but then I realized,
you were jealous.
I really didn’t expect anything of it,
I mean, what was I suppose to think?
You were just like everyone else,
that decided to talk to me,
Now you’re leaving,
to go back home,
thank god for that,
because its for the best.
A Story I'm Working on
A Rosary, St. Christopher, and a Six Pack
By Larry Neuburger
We never talked much about religion in my house. My parents made sure my nine siblings and I polished our shoes and laid out church clothes on Saturday night in preparation for Mass the next day. On Sundays, Mom and Dad, with the help of the older kids, would scramble to get us all fed and dressed in time to make the 9:00 Mass. My parents left most of my religious education up to the Sisters of St. Joseph who taught us the Catechism at St. Teresa’s Catholic school. In second grade I learned I would go to hell if I died with a mortal sin on my soul. A mortal sin ranged from missing church on Sunday to first degree murder. The good news was that I could still go to heaven if I confessed my sins to priest. In order to confess, I had to receive the sacrament of Confession. Because someone decided this is the age of accountability, around age seven all good little Catholic boys and girls must learn special prayers in order to receive this sacrament. I hadn’t considered killing anyone yet, but I could imagine life without having to go to church every Sunday, so I figured it would be a good idea to learn the requisite prayers. Besides, Mom told me I would get some new clothes and a brand new rosary. I also hoped I would get a shiny St. Christopher medal as a surprise bonus. I did get the new rosary, but my new clothes were actually hand me downs from my older brother which were way too big for me despite Mom’s insistence that they fit perfectly. In addition to the ill-fitting clothes, the St. Christopher medal never materialized, which I think laid the foundation for my disillusionment with the whole church thing.
Anyway, I made some inferences with my seven year old analytical mind. If someone had to receive the sacrament of Confession in order to get to heaven, a lot of people were going to go to hell because only Catholics are able to receive the sacrament. This was a source of extreme pride for me, and I wore my Catholicism with pride. It wasn’t until much later before I started asking myself questions like, “Why is God going to send all these non-Catholics to hell?” When I was 19 my rosary had long been lost, and I would have to finance a new one on my own; Catholicism wasn’t offering any more trinkets, so it seemed to be a good time to opt out.
All around the country people my age were engaged in a new type of religion based on peace, free love, and enlightenment through drugs. I dove into this new philosophy with all the gusto I could muster, but quickly discovered after getting the clap and doing a stint in drug rehab to avoid criminal prosecution that peace was unattainable. But, just as I began to think there was no hope for a burned-out, wanna be hippy ex-Catholic, a miracle happened. Passing through Denver, Colorado on my way back to Kansas I sat in a bar drinking a beer in the Denver airport when two long haired grungy looking guys with huge smiles on their face approached me. One was tall with brown hair tied in a ponytail that fell to his waist, and he carried a bunch of pamphlets. The other guy had red frizzy hair that protruded like an afro making him look like a basketball with a happy face. Basketball-face carried an acoustic guitar sporting a sticker that said, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.” Basketball face asks me, “Are you happy?”
“I’m not sure,” I replied. He never stops smiling.
“Would you like to be happy?” he asks.
I think about for a moment and try to think of the honest answer and say, “I guess so.”
The guy with long grungy hair smiles and hands me a pamphlet that says, “How do you find true happiness” on one side and “Jesus, jesus, jesus” on the other.
As soon as the pamphlet is transferred into my possession the two strangers lay hands on me and start praying loudly about my unhappiness and how I wanted to be saved from the fiery furnace of hell.
Basketball face asks me, “Do you believe Jesus died on the cross.”
With my head slightly bowed, but with one eye open to keep an eye on these two characters, I respond “If you say so.”
“Do you want to be saved from eternal flames of hell?”
“I guess so”
He starts screaming because I guess Jesus is hard of hearing, “Oh Lord, you have heard my brother’s words. Please accept him into our fold.”
They both start patting me on the back, laughing and congratulating me. Longhair says “This is the best decision you’ll ever make man. Welcome to the fold.”
“You mean that’s it? I’m saved?” I ask.
“That’s it man,” basketball face responds.
Long hair reaches out and hugs me. “Congratulations, man. How’s it feel to be saved?”
“Uh, pretty good I guess,” I reply managing a smile.
Basketball face says, “Let’s celebrate. Got any money?”
They indoctrinate me on what being saved means over beers for three hours. When I tell them I am out of money and can’t buy another round they abruptly get up, remind me to spread the word and they leave.
As I drove home I thought about how good I feel being saved and about how I am going to evangelize to the world. My first opportunity presents itself two days later when I visit my parents.
I started it out by telling them about my good news, that I had found the meaning of life. I told them about how they had it all wrong. They just needed to listen to their nineteen year old son and I would enlighten them. I then proceeded to tell them they needed to quit the Catholic Church and get saved. I told them if they listened to me they would be spared eternal damnation and put on the correct path to God. My mother started crying, I thought because she had delivered a son who was going to deliver her from eternal damnation, and my dad sat silently, his eyes conveying an entirely different attitude. He patiently waited for me to finish my explanation of how to attain enlightenment. The more I shared, the more his eyes started to glare at me, wrinkles on his forehead deepened, and the corners of his mouth did something I hadn’t seen before or since. One corner of his mouth went up and the other went down, but his firmly closed lips protruded in a wavy fashion. I could tell he was probably wondering why he bothered investing so much in my Catholic education. He would try to speak but no words would come out. After about 45 minutes of my evangelizing and my mother’s tears of joy, Dad motioned for me to follow him outside onto the patio, and my mother went running into her bedroom. Dad and I stood under the patio cover where he pointed his finger at me and said, “Don’t you ever bring that monumental mountain of bullshit into this house again!”
I left their house trying to figure out what had gone wrong. I thought about my conversion at the hands of basketball face and longhair when it dawned on me. I had forgotten to bring the Budweiser.
By Larry Neuburger
We never talked much about religion in my house. My parents made sure my nine siblings and I polished our shoes and laid out church clothes on Saturday night in preparation for Mass the next day. On Sundays, Mom and Dad, with the help of the older kids, would scramble to get us all fed and dressed in time to make the 9:00 Mass. My parents left most of my religious education up to the Sisters of St. Joseph who taught us the Catechism at St. Teresa’s Catholic school. In second grade I learned I would go to hell if I died with a mortal sin on my soul. A mortal sin ranged from missing church on Sunday to first degree murder. The good news was that I could still go to heaven if I confessed my sins to priest. In order to confess, I had to receive the sacrament of Confession. Because someone decided this is the age of accountability, around age seven all good little Catholic boys and girls must learn special prayers in order to receive this sacrament. I hadn’t considered killing anyone yet, but I could imagine life without having to go to church every Sunday, so I figured it would be a good idea to learn the requisite prayers. Besides, Mom told me I would get some new clothes and a brand new rosary. I also hoped I would get a shiny St. Christopher medal as a surprise bonus. I did get the new rosary, but my new clothes were actually hand me downs from my older brother which were way too big for me despite Mom’s insistence that they fit perfectly. In addition to the ill-fitting clothes, the St. Christopher medal never materialized, which I think laid the foundation for my disillusionment with the whole church thing.
Anyway, I made some inferences with my seven year old analytical mind. If someone had to receive the sacrament of Confession in order to get to heaven, a lot of people were going to go to hell because only Catholics are able to receive the sacrament. This was a source of extreme pride for me, and I wore my Catholicism with pride. It wasn’t until much later before I started asking myself questions like, “Why is God going to send all these non-Catholics to hell?” When I was 19 my rosary had long been lost, and I would have to finance a new one on my own; Catholicism wasn’t offering any more trinkets, so it seemed to be a good time to opt out.
All around the country people my age were engaged in a new type of religion based on peace, free love, and enlightenment through drugs. I dove into this new philosophy with all the gusto I could muster, but quickly discovered after getting the clap and doing a stint in drug rehab to avoid criminal prosecution that peace was unattainable. But, just as I began to think there was no hope for a burned-out, wanna be hippy ex-Catholic, a miracle happened. Passing through Denver, Colorado on my way back to Kansas I sat in a bar drinking a beer in the Denver airport when two long haired grungy looking guys with huge smiles on their face approached me. One was tall with brown hair tied in a ponytail that fell to his waist, and he carried a bunch of pamphlets. The other guy had red frizzy hair that protruded like an afro making him look like a basketball with a happy face. Basketball-face carried an acoustic guitar sporting a sticker that said, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.” Basketball face asks me, “Are you happy?”
“I’m not sure,” I replied. He never stops smiling.
“Would you like to be happy?” he asks.
I think about for a moment and try to think of the honest answer and say, “I guess so.”
The guy with long grungy hair smiles and hands me a pamphlet that says, “How do you find true happiness” on one side and “Jesus, jesus, jesus” on the other.
As soon as the pamphlet is transferred into my possession the two strangers lay hands on me and start praying loudly about my unhappiness and how I wanted to be saved from the fiery furnace of hell.
Basketball face asks me, “Do you believe Jesus died on the cross.”
With my head slightly bowed, but with one eye open to keep an eye on these two characters, I respond “If you say so.”
“Do you want to be saved from eternal flames of hell?”
“I guess so”
He starts screaming because I guess Jesus is hard of hearing, “Oh Lord, you have heard my brother’s words. Please accept him into our fold.”
They both start patting me on the back, laughing and congratulating me. Longhair says “This is the best decision you’ll ever make man. Welcome to the fold.”
“You mean that’s it? I’m saved?” I ask.
“That’s it man,” basketball face responds.
Long hair reaches out and hugs me. “Congratulations, man. How’s it feel to be saved?”
“Uh, pretty good I guess,” I reply managing a smile.
Basketball face says, “Let’s celebrate. Got any money?”
They indoctrinate me on what being saved means over beers for three hours. When I tell them I am out of money and can’t buy another round they abruptly get up, remind me to spread the word and they leave.
As I drove home I thought about how good I feel being saved and about how I am going to evangelize to the world. My first opportunity presents itself two days later when I visit my parents.
I started it out by telling them about my good news, that I had found the meaning of life. I told them about how they had it all wrong. They just needed to listen to their nineteen year old son and I would enlighten them. I then proceeded to tell them they needed to quit the Catholic Church and get saved. I told them if they listened to me they would be spared eternal damnation and put on the correct path to God. My mother started crying, I thought because she had delivered a son who was going to deliver her from eternal damnation, and my dad sat silently, his eyes conveying an entirely different attitude. He patiently waited for me to finish my explanation of how to attain enlightenment. The more I shared, the more his eyes started to glare at me, wrinkles on his forehead deepened, and the corners of his mouth did something I hadn’t seen before or since. One corner of his mouth went up and the other went down, but his firmly closed lips protruded in a wavy fashion. I could tell he was probably wondering why he bothered investing so much in my Catholic education. He would try to speak but no words would come out. After about 45 minutes of my evangelizing and my mother’s tears of joy, Dad motioned for me to follow him outside onto the patio, and my mother went running into her bedroom. Dad and I stood under the patio cover where he pointed his finger at me and said, “Don’t you ever bring that monumental mountain of bullshit into this house again!”
I left their house trying to figure out what had gone wrong. I thought about my conversion at the hands of basketball face and longhair when it dawned on me. I had forgotten to bring the Budweiser.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
To Insanity,
When will we soon meet? I have been awaiting your arrival with great appreciation, terror, and joy. My skull is yours for the taken! My overwhelming anticipation is blowing my eyes apart, and across my floor. With a fickerfacker splat! A roach comes from under the stove to clam his prize! My God! God? HA God! I cant wait for our meeting, and for us to make the walking stand so straight their spines snap. As they scream pressurized compressed power vomit across the pavement and for the skin to peel from their faces, and slung to stick amongst the buildings. There go the skeletons as their spines collapse! My friend you our true. Can anyone be trusted? I'm bored. My stomach burns, the acid feels soon to spume from my idiotic speak hole. I'm rambling, but so in love with the unexpected, creeping feeling you bring. My continuous drug, you've dwelt within me all along.
-head
When will we soon meet? I have been awaiting your arrival with great appreciation, terror, and joy. My skull is yours for the taken! My overwhelming anticipation is blowing my eyes apart, and across my floor. With a fickerfacker splat! A roach comes from under the stove to clam his prize! My God! God? HA God! I cant wait for our meeting, and for us to make the walking stand so straight their spines snap. As they scream pressurized compressed power vomit across the pavement and for the skin to peel from their faces, and slung to stick amongst the buildings. There go the skeletons as their spines collapse! My friend you our true. Can anyone be trusted? I'm bored. My stomach burns, the acid feels soon to spume from my idiotic speak hole. I'm rambling, but so in love with the unexpected, creeping feeling you bring. My continuous drug, you've dwelt within me all along.
-head
Rooster
Also done in arylic. Probably one of the fastest paintings I have done.As you can tell, birds are not my strong point :)
Sorry, the photo is poor quality due to bad lighting...
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Deceased Thoughts
What do you think they think of ?
Thought of the flowers on their grave
Or how their loved one gets to stay
Thought of the ring on her finger
And their love that will last forever
In your heart I'll never leave
Just to let you know your never alone
I'm always here...In your heart and soul.
Author
Samantha Lyles
Thought of the flowers on their grave
Or how their loved one gets to stay
Thought of the ring on her finger
And their love that will last forever
In your heart I'll never leave
Just to let you know your never alone
I'm always here...In your heart and soul.
Author
Samantha Lyles
"Hey, Look What I did!"
This is my baby girl, Victoria Lynn. To me she is the very most beautiful dog ever and I love her very much so. Also, she is the most annoying dog ever. I guess that sort of balances things out though. It breaks my heart that she cannot be here in Arkansas with me. But I have hope that she will be back with me soon. I miss her. Victoria is a dog from my grandmother's breeding business.
Doin' Hard Time
Yet again the lighting is what posed as a problem for me but these little angels are still as cute as can be. These belong to my beloved grandparents. That is of course, if they have not sold them. One of said grandparents is a contributor to this blog. Give a round of applause to my grandmother Linda Wheatley. I love her to death. And she is one amazingly awesome woman. Also she breeds very beautiful dogs. The credit of this photo goes to her even though I took it. Without her I would be unhappy for one thing and for another, there would not be this cute of a picture to be taken.
Love you Nana.
A Somewhat Secretive Lake
This was also on the walk through nature. In fact, this was taken on the same day as A Very Wonderful Place.
A Very Wonderful Place
I am not a photographer by any means but I could not help but snap this shot on a walk through nature a few weeks ago. My problem with taking photos is that I do not fully understand the lighting settings. Something I am still learning.
I'll See You Later!
today i found out my uncle passed away,
how sad was this day.
but, i will only remember him for the days before,
for him, i will always adore!
i cannot remember him without a smile on his face.
cooking that gravy in "meme's place"
with his family or with his friends,
i know he was smiling until the very end.
the family get-together we had,
and him taking care of Brad!
my uncle, i am proud to call him.
thinking of him i will always grin.
i can see it now,
him and grandma reva taking a bow.
the memories of him, i will always saver,
this isn't goodbye, it's ILL SEE YOU LATER!!
Octoer 1st, 2009
how sad was this day.
but, i will only remember him for the days before,
for him, i will always adore!
i cannot remember him without a smile on his face.
cooking that gravy in "meme's place"
with his family or with his friends,
i know he was smiling until the very end.
the family get-together we had,
and him taking care of Brad!
my uncle, i am proud to call him.
thinking of him i will always grin.
i can see it now,
him and grandma reva taking a bow.
the memories of him, i will always saver,
this isn't goodbye, it's ILL SEE YOU LATER!!
Octoer 1st, 2009
Abstract Horse
This painting was done in acrylic. I used a different technique than I'm use to, with not so many details. I think that's why I like it so much. It was one of those "Do it & get it over with" paintings I did my senior year.
From Dustin_Shane To The Authors
Hey everyone. I hope you are all doing well. First I would like to take a moment to thank you all whole-heartedly for joining the Library and really making it begin to take off as I had hoped for. There are already wonderful posts and works submitted by you. I am amazed at the confidence level seen here by the works of you talented artists. It is simply awesome and I know the future of this place has some amazing things coming.
As you will notice, there have been some changes made to the layout of the blog. First with the archive of the posts. It looks more orderly now that we can actually read the list. There is also located on the same side a box where I will list thanks and due compliments to those who submit some changes of their own. I urge you all to help in making this place look top-of-the-line. We can have as many quotes and pictures and whatever else as you please. These contributions will be accepted happily by me. I have mentioned before this is OUR blog, so we ALL own it. Any suggestions and content such as pictures or quotes may be sent to me any time at dustin_shane@live.com. On the opposite side (right side) you will notice a list of the authors who join this blog shown in alphabetical order. As people join I will keep it updated and add names. I have decided to do this because even though our names are posted with each post we submit, I want viewers, guests, and followers to know the names of the amazing people in this community. They are not hyperlinks. Lastly, we now have a picture for the header of the Library. I found it quite fitting as it is a work of art in itself. It is a very good photo.
Well, I will close for now but before I do so, once again, THANK YOU ALL!!! It has warmed my heart to see things get moving on here. May peace and love come to you all. Keep on creating!
-Dustin_Shane
Administrator/Author
As you will notice, there have been some changes made to the layout of the blog. First with the archive of the posts. It looks more orderly now that we can actually read the list. There is also located on the same side a box where I will list thanks and due compliments to those who submit some changes of their own. I urge you all to help in making this place look top-of-the-line. We can have as many quotes and pictures and whatever else as you please. These contributions will be accepted happily by me. I have mentioned before this is OUR blog, so we ALL own it. Any suggestions and content such as pictures or quotes may be sent to me any time at dustin_shane@live.com. On the opposite side (right side) you will notice a list of the authors who join this blog shown in alphabetical order. As people join I will keep it updated and add names. I have decided to do this because even though our names are posted with each post we submit, I want viewers, guests, and followers to know the names of the amazing people in this community. They are not hyperlinks. Lastly, we now have a picture for the header of the Library. I found it quite fitting as it is a work of art in itself. It is a very good photo.
Well, I will close for now but before I do so, once again, THANK YOU ALL!!! It has warmed my heart to see things get moving on here. May peace and love come to you all. Keep on creating!
-Dustin_Shane
Administrator/Author
The Shy Flashlight
I am a shy flashlight, lonely and dark.
My batteries are new and my bulb is not burnt.
Do not ask why my light is not on,
I will just tell you,
I am broken and gone.
I only use my light for very few causes.
To find someones way,
Or help brighten their day.
To this day,
I still will not turn my light on.
But after today my light will shine,
Until then, I shall keep shy.
By: Wendy Griffin
You may wonder as to why I have posted Wendy's poem instead of her. You all have a right to know for we are open friends here. She can only view the blog as of right now from her phone and has asked me to post whatever she sends through email. She is a very important contributor just as every one of you. Let's welcome her in with open arms. I look forward to more of her works from here on. Thank you all. Keep on creating!!!
-Dustin_Shane
My batteries are new and my bulb is not burnt.
Do not ask why my light is not on,
I will just tell you,
I am broken and gone.
I only use my light for very few causes.
To find someones way,
Or help brighten their day.
To this day,
I still will not turn my light on.
But after today my light will shine,
Until then, I shall keep shy.
By: Wendy Griffin
You may wonder as to why I have posted Wendy's poem instead of her. You all have a right to know for we are open friends here. She can only view the blog as of right now from her phone and has asked me to post whatever she sends through email. She is a very important contributor just as every one of you. Let's welcome her in with open arms. I look forward to more of her works from here on. Thank you all. Keep on creating!!!
-Dustin_Shane
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Why Not Simple
Nelia knelt down as he took his last breath, “you did not listen, why didn’t you listen.” The flowers are all in bloom this time of year, it makes the skin feel as if it had been pressed with rain from the day before. There were crowds of people standing around, trying to catch a glimpse of what happened. Three years previous of the accident, Nelia and Trevor met in college. It was love at first sight ,the way she looked at him and the way he looked her, was something out of a fairytale. Her family and friends knew he was the one she would spend the rest of her life with. After many months of receiving flowers, candy and dinner invitations, Trevor announced his love to Nelia. Trevor was an exploratory person, always hiking and biking, there was never a dull moment when the two of them were together. “Stand back ,can’t you see he needs air,” Nelia kneeling at his side, with her face streamed with tears. “Why couldn’t’ you just asked me face to face, my answer would have been yes.” Nelia remembered the time Trevor posted I love you with flashing lights on the biggest billboard for Valentines Day . She considered how she only got him chocolates and he went completely out of his way, he always did. The night before the accident Trevor called Nelia, he was so eager and he explained he would not see her until Saturday morning. His instructions he gave her that afternoon on the phone, was to meet him in the morning in the field down by the waterfall where they first kissed. Nelia not sure what he was up to , did request he make the surprise simple. That night Nelia was unable to sleep she tossed and turned like a spinning ball in a box. “What is he up to this time,” she knew that the surprise would be bigger than all the other special invitations he had ever done before. Nelia was not sure of his plans and was unaware that morning Trevor made arrangements for a small plane to fly over the field where they first kissed and said I love you. Trevor was very impatient that Saturday morning, he called his family and his friends. “I can’t tell you exactly, I don’t want to spoil the surprise.” Trevor then hanging up the phone with his mother, completed his arrangements. The morning of Saturday Nelia awoke, her head was pounding from the lack of sleep, but she was eager to meet up with Trevor. As Nelia walked through the field she could smell the scent of wild flowers. The sun was starting to peek over the hill and the air was brisk, almost like breathing in a bouquet . Nelia could see her family and friends, they were all crouched down over a white sheet that was laying in the field. As Nelia approached closer to them she could tell that there was something wrong. The cry of Trevor’s mother echoed below the waterfall, it veiled the peaceful spray of falling water . The hands of Trevor’s father shadowed his tears as he sobbed . Nelia heartbroken, knelt to her knees to a limp body battered and torn from the weeds. His voice was cracking and only a whisper made it’s way out. With his last breath, “I wanted to do something great for you , because I love you.” Nelia clutched the white sheet that lay entangled around him. Her eyes swelled with tears as she read the bold red letters on his parachute, “Will You Marry Me Nelia.”
Author
Tanya L. Lyles 2008”
Author
Tanya L. Lyles 2008”
Sweeney Todd
This is a painting I did when I was first beginning to paint a couple years ago, but I really love how I did as a beginner. This is my true passion and hopefully I can post a lot more of my paintings.Lonely Tree
This is one of my photos that I happened to get really lucky on, I was in the right place at the right time. Its really a beautiful landscape shot that I'm very proud of. I acually had to sit out the truck window while driving down the road for this. i love the colors and how its just one tree sitting alone in a huge field.
Aboriginal Man
My most recent pencil drawing, an aboriginal man.
Often mistaken for Hagrid off of Harry Potter :)
This was my first attempt to draw a black man. As you can tell.
I can never get myself to shade dark enough. Though I have gotten A LOT better
since my first true pencil drawing.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Near The Window
Just as days ever seem to pass,
As friendships wain and rarely last,
Raindrops fall on the old
windowpane.
Gazing at the desert land,
Once was thought, made by God's hand,
Slowly do I slip,
become insane.
Frightful visions rule o'er my mind,
When unknown noises from behind,
Demolish what I once had called
a brain.
Too scared to turn myself around,
And see whose footfalls thrash the ground,
What could it be and would it
inflict pain?
I feel it breathe upon my neck,
Nowhere to run my mind a wreck,
And in the end whatever will
I gain?
Not a thing for I'm now dead,
The beast attacked, ripped off my head,
Forever, near the window,
blood remains.
As friendships wain and rarely last,
Raindrops fall on the old
windowpane.
Gazing at the desert land,
Once was thought, made by God's hand,
Slowly do I slip,
become insane.
Frightful visions rule o'er my mind,
When unknown noises from behind,
Demolish what I once had called
a brain.
Too scared to turn myself around,
And see whose footfalls thrash the ground,
What could it be and would it
inflict pain?
I feel it breathe upon my neck,
Nowhere to run my mind a wreck,
And in the end whatever will
I gain?
Not a thing for I'm now dead,
The beast attacked, ripped off my head,
Forever, near the window,
blood remains.
From Dustin_Shane To The Community
Please pardon the lack of pictures and other objects that would brighten things up a little bit. I promise that as time passes the library will look better and better. As of right now things are in the works of getting started. Which is farther than it was last week so for that I am so happy and thankful. If anyone has any ideas as to pictures, famous quotes (that have great meaning in your own life, literary or not), or just something to spice things up such as polls; feel free to let me know. This is OUR library. I will be happy to make it a comfortable place for everyone involved. The more stuff on this page the better I believe. And should something not be to your liking I will be honored to hear your opinions and see what kinds of changes we can make together. This is a huge project that we ALL will be part of. I look forward to making this a very successful blog with the help of all you artists.
Should you wish to discuss something or make suggestions please email me at dustin_shane@live.com. I will be back to you within a day.
Thank You,
Dustin_Shane
Should you wish to discuss something or make suggestions please email me at dustin_shane@live.com. I will be back to you within a day.
Thank You,
Dustin_Shane
Shadows (Pt. 1)
What's it lurking in the shadows behind you,
Be aware my friend, the darkness around,
And of your choices or The Evil will find you,
What's it lurking in the shadows behind you.
In the fields of darkness run young one run,
Now you learn what was and is true,
Playing with Death isn't much fun,
In the fields of darkness run young one run.
Yet what's the light which shines o'er yonder,
Be it a place to you, unseen,
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder",
Yet what's the light which shines o'er yonder.
There He stands in a robe with a sling blade,
Now your end's real thus so must be,
Behold your life is slowly unmade,
There He stands in a robe with a sling blade.
Be aware my friend, the darkness around,
And of your choices or The Evil will find you,
What's it lurking in the shadows behind you.
In the fields of darkness run young one run,
Now you learn what was and is true,
Playing with Death isn't much fun,
In the fields of darkness run young one run.
Yet what's the light which shines o'er yonder,
Be it a place to you, unseen,
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder",
Yet what's the light which shines o'er yonder.
There He stands in a robe with a sling blade,
Now your end's real thus so must be,
Behold your life is slowly unmade,
There He stands in a robe with a sling blade.
A Somewhat Symmetrical Flower
I love to draw symmetrical things for I really am not much of a drawing type. So when I do draw it is easier for me to draw something like this flower which is a little easier to keep in order. Naturally there are a few mistakes as far as the width of the petals and such. But I do enjoy this picture. It is not bad by any means. However, I am more into writing.Notice that the center of it all is a crescent moon.
I drew this with a hard tipped drawing pencil and completed it with black ink. I find ink to be necessary sometimes when making a drawing final. But not all drawings need to be inked. Sometimes I find it better looking, as far as the shading process goes, to leave the original work done in pencil.
Phantom Friend
There we sat,
Until the end,
And what a day,
I'd made a friend.
We laughed and talked,
Of days gone by,
Of friends long gone,
Loved ones who'd died.
And when we left,
Said, "Fare thee well,"
I turned to wave,
And now I tell,
Of the man who was never there.
Until the end,
And what a day,
I'd made a friend.
We laughed and talked,
Of days gone by,
Of friends long gone,
Loved ones who'd died.
And when we left,
Said, "Fare thee well,"
I turned to wave,
And now I tell,
Of the man who was never there.
Sweet Memory
Remember moonlit strolls we shared,
Below those sacred cliffs,
Before we laughed, we loved, or cared,
Ere tide came in on shifts.
Below those sacred cliffs,
Before we laughed, we loved, or cared,
Ere tide came in on shifts.
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