Starting from today to possibly the 28th, I will not be posting anything new. I am busy with my upcoming trip. I will try to come up with something new in that amount of time. Thank you all for viewing my blog.

Instead of the usual art I post, I decided to show something else I have created by hand.

It's the very first ring I have ever made. It only fits halfway down my finger, so I named it "Band-Ade"

New art today!! WEEEEEEE!!! Me, George Carlin, Foamy, Begley, and Pilz-e.

I am giving a shout-out to a pretty cool dude in my poetry class.

Beyond the White Pine

I stare, forgotten things, not forgotten
In my mind, she dwells in a castle searching for,
Father, abandoner. But this pine consumes my will.
From this tower I have been trusted to guard, the pine
Covered in flakes of white mocks me. Beyond it lies
An ocean to travel, adventures to be had.
Through the depths of the world,
I travel, my adventure, misadventure.
The further I went past the pine, the more evil I find.
Realms in chaos, races at war, hate for people
No different than a mirror. For this I left my chickling,
To fend for herself, no education in malnature.
How can a world do foul be walled by a simple pine?
Into daughter's embrace,
I venture back, things forgotten, now remembered.
I should have never left my track, her heart broken,
For so long. I recall staring upon the pristine pine, losing
My fatherhood, leaving my home, for a world of disarray.
Gods bless the white pine, for remembering my path.
Responsibility is what my daughter always deserved.
The ends reach.

Written by: T. Lwanga Lord

Just when I thought I had no new material, I run across this old piece I had previously submitted.

First Place Winner of the Third Annual C.C.C. Writer's Club Contest 2015!!!!

Tonight I Drink to your Memory

The water is boiling hot
Your skin is paper thin
You take a dip
You slowly bleed out
It doesn't look like much
But it takes no time for you to dye the water
You never scream
You suffer silently
I exhume you
Burning hot to the touch
I squeeze out your remaining fluids
And I toss you away
An unworthy burial to an unworthy death

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 02/19/2015

More art. Feed back please.

New art today. Tell me what you think.

Today, I would like to give a shout out to a very good friend of mine, He's amazing and I am happy he's my friend.

Death Row

Dawn,
a metallic smell rampaged
through the quiet hall;
downstairs a cry slaughtered the air,
electric eyes rolled back a form of white.

They rushed the day in pairs,
greeting each frantic plea
with overwhelming force,
as god himself
took the form of a weighty old man
in suit and tie,
and spoke in a yielding voice
to her hair having fallen to the stone
"It's time."

Written by: Ethan Johnson

Today, I would like to give a shout out to a pretty cool chick. She's in my poetry class and this is my favorite poem.

The Purple Man

Is it you? Is it you? Please tell us purple man
"It's me, It's me!" You say. It is you purple man
You give us cake, you give us fun, thank you purple man
Can you lead us to him? Thank you. Please guide us purple man
It's locked! We're scared! Please help us purple man
What's that? What are you doing? What is that purple man?
One by one you killed us, you killed us purple man
We're just kids, only children. Why purple man?
The puppet came and gave us life, the one you took purple man
You're long gone but we're still here. We're waiting purple man
We change and grow, we get new skin, where are you purple man?
We sing and dance without a choice. You did this purple man
We got your friends and stuffed them, just like you did purple man
We see your face, begin the chase, welcome back purple man
You wear your badge behind those doors, we're coming purple man
You check the cameras left and right, are you scared purple man?
We've got you cornered, you can't run. Dance for us purple man
We grab you tight, as us five fight, we've got you purple man
As you lay dead, your blood flows red. Good-bye purple man

Written by: Maggie Potter

Like  a pattern, I have another Minecraft pic to share. I'll try to get new material before tomorrow. For now, enjoy.

Three poems posted. You know what that means!! PICTURES!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!

Today, I would like to give a shout out to an amazing gal. She is sweet, awesome, and  a great club president.

Tim

I am the dark stain among
your pastel blends. My heart
feels but only resonates in
isolation. I won't please
your sight, so don't spare a gaze.
Leave me in the shadows, for
you don't see things the way
I do. Step back, let me create,
don't come too close. My ideas
may slice your fair skin,
sharpening only with my
progression. Once complete, I
ask you only one question,
Do I frighten you?
I know my hair is unkempt and
my eyes are buried beneath
great deprivation, but my hands,
my hands, are tools.
Tools of mass creation. Always
shaping, shifting, shading,
these visions won't survive
on their own. Please, let me
guide you through my mind.
Take my han-- scissors.
Scissors, I'll give him
scissors for hands! Edward,
you are almost complete.

Written by: Alexis Alcala

My first word list poem. I had to use Dusk, years, boom, pressing, song, betraying, winter, hymns, burst, black, childish, and flood in that order. It was a bit of a challenge. Anyway, I hope this poem is well-liked; especially to those who understand.


House Stark

Dusk is especially cold in Winterfell
This castle has lasted years
The gates close with a boom
My dire wolf pressing against my lap

Bards have filled the halls with song
Of a bodyguard betraying his King
Our words are "Winter is Coming"
Their hymns give little comfort

Tears burst from my eyes
My brother has taken the black
It is childish to weep now
For the White Walkers will flood the North

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 03/02/2015

Updated: 03/06/2015

Blog entry #6 back to poetry. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!


Silent Maiden

A crowd becomes a colorful fog
When I see her across the room
Voices muffle
Clinking glasses silence
I am lost in her beauty

What was started as a night
Of discomfort and anger
Quickly changed
I need her, I want her
The fair goddess

Raven waterfalls
Shimmering sapphires
Smooth porcelain
Red rose petals
Hourglass frame

She moves gracefully towards me
My heart and time itself halts
She wants me, she has me
I hope I never awaken
Beautiful, gentle maiden

Alas, I must rise from slumber
To harsh, cruel reality
Where my fair lady never lingers
I love her, I miss her
Sweet goddess

Written by: Julianne Micheletti

Updated: 03/06/2015

Today, I had a hard time deciding what to post. No poem or picture came to mind, until I stumbled on this one.  I made this March 30, 2012 in Minecraft. And for those who know the game, this was NOT in creative mode, I gathered and made every bit of it.

Today, I will not be sharing my poetry. Instead, I decided to post one of my drawings. I drew this with pencil September 21st, 2014. It's supposed to be me, my boyfriend, and Amelia Clarke dressed as her character in Game of Thrones. Leave a comment below; tell me what you think.

Day 3 of posting my poetic awesomeness.

Stone-Faced

Endured a night of hell
Tears, blood, and anger
I can't sleep
In too much pain
I need to expel my thoughts of violence
I'm stone-faced

I go to school with the memory
Of the night before
Fresh in my mind
I'm stone-faced

I must make an effort
To make myself smile
Nothing is working
And it feels pointless

I feel paralyzed
Like I turned to stone
Yet I am still conscious
I want to run and hide
To use a knife
And free my blood
I am stone-faced

Written By: Julianne Micheletti 11/21/2014