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Artists, Poets, Songwriters, Friends... I need your help for my book!
Hi everyone on this site. You are all beautiful artists, and you draw beautiful creatures. I looked at everyones art, there is so much and I wanted to private message everyone but I don't want to spam or anything. Anyway, I publish paranormal stories, and art and I have a website at www.teardropsofanangel.com where you can check me out. I am a paranormal investigator, poet, singer/songwriter, and soon to be reality star. I am very interested in all your talents. Since I like to keep the costs down on my books, I publish in black and white, so if you are interested to have your art, or writings published, e-mail me at shootingstarbaby@teardropsofanangel.com . I am working on my Aphrodite Angels book right now, and I am publishing that one early next week but I have plans for a moon goddess book which includes werewolves, vampires, faes etc. I am looking for good art!! Also, send your contact info so, I can credit you.
Thanks so much,
xoxoxoxo
Deanna Stinson
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Mar 6 2014, 4:50 PM EST by
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Crimson Rain
Crimson rain falls from the sky,
The Angels of Death come to put us to rest.
Imminent destruction is at its finest.
It seems we'll all die today.
Pull forth the effort,
They've come to shoot you down.
The figures in the distance,
Are they the harbingers of our destruction?
The moon is dead,
The sun is long gone,
The Dead lingers the grounds.
Death has come to take them all away.
Life lingers,
In those who refuse to give up.
Twenty and a three,
They take their last stand.
They are, truth be told,
Our last hopes.
Minds blanketed with lies,
Can they survive whats coming?
Surpassed agony,
Built a bridge over truth.
The Harbingers of death tear it down,
They tear it all down.
Agony,
Death,
Famine,
Plague,
All are signals for whats to come.
Beware,
The Harbingers of Death are reborn!
They awaken!
At the calling of the bells,
Life will cease to exist.
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Jun 5 2013, 12:19 PM EDT by
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poem
“Come run with the wind,”
Said the elf to the small dwarf.
“No” replied the dwarf.
“Why not?” ask the elf, “It’s nice”.
“It’s still a no” said the dwarf.
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Jan 26 2013, 1:03 PM EST by Anonymous
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poetry
love is a chrystal dove, fragile yet agile, avoiding all but the truest of heart.
fear is an emphasized lie of the truth, that were aren't always afraid but that bravery is yet to be made.
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Jan 20 2013, 9:36 AM EST by
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pic
wow i live that picture it's amazing and i think its a werewolf
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Sep 8 2011, 2:16 PM EDT by
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Picture
I love that picture! Is it a wolf or a werewolf? I'm not sure :D What ever it is it's awesome!
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Sep 7 2011, 11:58 AM EDT by
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The shining moon,the shicaris will
by day one thing by night another
in snow white silk and a winter quilt the eyes of blood the dreams of an angle this may have seemed to be in the suns bliding freind.
for when the full moons glem shall be seen as one that is not the othere
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Sep 1 2011, 6:44 AM EDT by
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User Submitted Poetry
Some poems from Lesionia: The Opposites of Courage All around me people laugh. They call out saying I'm going down the wrong path. Not to mess with the things unseen They give me reasons Not to do what I want to do. Never a reason to do somethi
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Jun 13 2014, 4:01 AM EDT by
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