Mid-Week Inspirations: Installment 1

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Hello, everyone! :wave:

Welcome to the very first issue of  "Mid-Week Inspirations." It's a new weekly prompt for those of you who might need a kick in the rear towards the middle/end of the week (I know I do.) I'm LionesseRampant and I've been a part of the Glory-Be-Project as a contributor for a while, but I haven't actually contributed anything until now. I thought I'd change that. Enjoy!



PS. If you use any of these as inspiration, we would appreciate it if you would link to the piece in your artist's comments!




Beautiful Titles



:bulletgreen:Home is just another word for you:bulletgreen:
:bulletgreen:Remembering Roses:bulletgreen:
:bulletgreen:Still Alive:bulletgreen:
:bulletgreen:Circuit Board Love:bulletgreen:
:bulletgreen:The Gate to Frozenland:bulletgreen:
:bulletgreen:Autumn in My Heart:bulletgreen:
:bulletgreen:End Up In Flames:bulletgreen:
:bulletgreen:A painting in the sky:bulletgreen:
:bulletgreen:A Dying God Coming into Human Flesh:bulletgreen:
:bulletgreen:A Message From Wonderland:bulletgreen:
:bulletgreen:Eloquent Dreams:bulletgreen:
:bulletgreen:Tangled Fate:bulletgreen:


Beautiful Literature



:bulletgreen: IIIcedar-coloured bongs
smoke the whole
forest,
like a tree spreads
its oxygen
for carbon dioxide.
tonight,
twig-
snapping howls
wolf down
cannabis
when the moon
turns red.
:bulletgreen::thumb396410795::bulletgreen::thumb396287331::bulletgreen: don't trust me               unhinged like a stolen
               surge of ocean, I become
               what your girlfriend thinks I
               am: drinking alone, forgetting
               your name until it flowers
               from my blackberry throat
               I wash my tangled
               hair in your kitchen sink,
               malingering
:bulletgreen:

:bulletgreen: See, Sins Make Us Who We AreIt’s fine to be swept up in a whirlpool of unexpected emotion at times and feel as if you’re being forced to walk the plank into a sea of unforgiving waves crashing against your chest threatening to crush your very insides because sometimes all we need is a little bit of a breakdown to spring back into the throngs of everyday life.
Don’t be afraid when your heart bursts into flames and you feel the tendrils licking at your exposed throat. One day you’ll find the person who will drown you in their kisses and douse the flames and the smoke that expels from your lungs and escapes your mouth every day will be a constant reminder summer doesn’t run year round.
I was once told I was a fool for chasing after dreams that are seamlessly fleeing at the speed of light but what they didn’t know is that it gets dark sometimes and even if there are monsters out there hiding in the shadows patiently waiting to pull me under, eventually all the nonbelievers and demo
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen: A Breath of Fresh AirA Breath of Fresh Air
Like a breath of fresh air 
After the fog of confused minds has settled
After the long drone of idle voices dies
After the  invasion of misguided egos has dwindled
After the buzz of the swarms like flies
The silence is truly golden [though they will never find]
And the peace they leave behind
A breath of fresh air
[But they seldom care]
:bulletgreen: One Without the OtherThe white keys on the piano of life
make a beautiful melody all their own.
The black keys make music born of strife,
From the seeds of despair they are sown.
And Though each key has it's own fife,
Neither one can make the music alone.
:bulletgreen:

:bulletgreen: Sister MoonBeauty stalks through the night
there is winter within her eyes,
and once she placed her heart
upon the altar of sacrifice
in exchange for her freedom.
Now her aim is always true,
with an arrow which never misses,
slicing through the moonlight,
but it is not death she chases after,
she surrounds herself with life.
Love to her is as distant and
ephemeral as the four winds
of which she sometimes brings
hither at her command, and in truth
she carries vengeance with her.
She bestows shelter to the poor
lost souls, the undefended,
she is a mother to the motherless
fearless but not without compassion.
:bulletgreen::thumb396399657::bulletgreen: Everything EndsSo I built a house of skin and bone
With pillars large and a golden throne
But my pillars weren't really all that strong
And the shine of gold does not last long
From flesh and bone to rot and dust,
The winds of change from breeze to gust,
Times will change and people die,
And friendships drift into the tide
Push too hard and the whole thing breaks,
But push too soft and the friendship fades
So ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
But nothing I can do will ever be enough
Or if I'm so unlucky it'll be too much
:bulletgreen: August 27, 2013Dear Journal,
A simple smile,
  And the hummingbird
Soars.
:bulletgreen:


Beautiful Images



:bulletgreen: Vanessa Rinoa 4a by jagged-eye:bulletgreen: Josie by Hart-Worx:bulletgreen: Buds by SarahharaS1:bulletgreen: Mystify by BlueRoseArkelle:bulletgreen:

:bulletgreen: Our Planet, Our Home. by musicismylife10027:bulletgreen: Dusky Woodswallow by KristynJanelle:bulletgreen: Red Hotel by stengchen:bulletgreen: Girl in Knitwear Hat by pnmunoz:bulletgreen:

:bulletgreen: Magic The Gathering by ScribblePadStudios:bulletgreen: The Born of Light by txvirus:bulletgreen: acrylic, oils and spray on canvas by LittleShopOfLostArts:bulletgreen: Burst by SByrnes:bulletgreen:


LionesseRampant out!
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Thanks for the feature. I'm honored, and I really appreciate it :)