|I'm Christian, but happy ALL holidays to you, too! |
I'm loving looking at everyone's interesting, beautiful art!
|I'm Christian, but happy ALL holidays to you, too! |
I'm loving looking at everyone's interesting, beautiful art!
|I love and admire everything I fave, and even ones I don't have time to fave. But the ones here are even more special to me for one reason or another. You're all so very talented!|
Dot Dot DottyHaving everything in the bedroom is good for many reasons... just a step or a lean away.Dot Dot Dotty by RainySkyz
And I can fall asleep to a movie, Pandora, youtube, or favorite mp3 tunes.
My own special place, no one can mess with it. I shut the door, and create art and fantasy with my fingertips.
However, so much electricity and radiation pulsating through the air? And through my body and brain? Hmmm....
Ahhh, but when I turn out the lights...
tiny dots everywhere...
silver, green, red, white, gold, pink, blue... like a Christmas tree... with one nightlight as star... and two more glowing from the kitchen and bathroom.
Supposedly humans sleep best in total darkness.
because all those dots require getting down on hands and knees to yank their plugs. And then plug them back in the next morning. Ouch!
It's comforting. And amusing. Electronic fireflies.
"The walls have eyes? OMG! The walls have eyes!"
But... the better to see for me when I can't see at all.
And when I can't sle
(A Dream) ChangeHe begged:(A Dream) Change by RainySkyz
I'll do anything you want, just come back.
I'll change, I'll change, anyway you want. Just come back.
I promise I'll change. Tell me what you want me to change, please?!
I will change it. I promise. This time I'll change.
Please come back.
Please, please, come back to me.
Change? There are quite a few things I would ask you to change.
Things I believe you need to change. And wish you would change.
I won't tell you what they are. I think you already know.
And I won't ask you to change for me.
If you're willing to listen, it's a long explanation.
Are you listening?
You have to want to change for yourself, first, before you can change for me, second.
Otherwise you'll be living a lie, and you've already lied to me too much.
Just one lie is too much. You've lied more than once.
It's time for the truth.
To live and be the truth.
whatever it is you believe to be true and want to cha
Potato ChipsHer: Why don't you ever bring me flowers?Potato Chips by RainySkyz
Him: I never think of it.
Her (month later): I still don't know why you never bring me flowers. I love roses.
Him: Too expensive.
Her (two months later): I love roses. But you could bring me any kind of flower.
Him: You never told me you wanted any.
Her (year later): I'd love a nice bouquet.
Him: Of what? Flowers? You never told me what kind. I don't want to waste money on the wrong ones.
Her (six years later): I'm still waiting for some flowers. Roses?
Him: Why? They just die. I'd rather buy potato chips. You love potato chips.
Her: No. You love potato chips. I love flowers.
Him: Really? You never told me you loved flowers.
Her: So, will you buy me some?
Him: Buy what? Potato chips? Sure!
Not per se? :)Originally this began as a message to my son, a niece, and a grand niece, because I wanted to share the very first digital art I tried to do, 1993. But I couldn't remember what art program. There really wasn't any at that time, not that I recall? Not for DOS? And so I went in quest online for the answer, and after a long odyssey which turned into a bit of family history, computer or otherwise, this is what happened. So, for the fun of it...if you find reads like this fun? (Note: some names and words were changed, while a bit more information given for those who might need it.)Not per se? :) by RainySkyz
As luck would have it our stray/adopted marmalade made a friend of another marmalade. Ours was such a loving and outgoing creature, he bunted friendly heads with all the other neighbor cats whether they wanted it or not. Even the dogs didn't seem to mind him hanging around. The entire block seemed to be his home. Which is why my husband (41), son (8), and I (38) would back
Wind ChimesI love this gentle song.Wind Chimes by RainySkyz
It reminded me of when I was ill as a child, sometimes confined to bed, next to a slightly opened window, and how I consoled my restless loneliness by listening to the muted melodies of some neighbor's wind chimes far down the street.
Until one night's angry winds ripped them away. I think I heard them go. A one-note scream?
I was sad for a while. And then a noisy mystery replaced my sorrow.
Thereafter for many years I was forced on windy eves to heed a loud but seemingly distant, syncopated off-and-on "clink! clank! clank! clink!" which at first was irritating, but eventually became an all-consuming lullaby... as I continued to wonder huh? who? what? why?
It wasn't until many years after I grew up and my family moved away, I happened to reminisce.
Suddenly mystery resolved. It finally made sense. Strange wind chimes indeed.
It was the long chain... on the short rope... that connected my absent tetherball...
to my neglected tetherball pole... calling in the bre
Wondering Wondering, Damn Peanuts!From Claudia, June, 2000, to an online acquaintance named DavidWondering Wondering, Damn Peanuts! by RainySkyz
shortly after moving into a very creepy stinky old stone apartment.
I swear it "feels like...something" is lurking around this place.
For example, after I turn off a light or wake up in the dark to head for the bathroom I sometimes move through a cloud of white or unscented smoke. It's there just long enough to catch a glimpse, and then vanishes so fast I wonder if I saw anything at all.
Today when I awoke late because I could not sleep last night, I staggered out to the kitchen to start the coffeemaker, and suddenly began to hear over and over, "Never piss off a witch."
In between those words and while removing the carton of milk from the fridge, I wondered why any witch would be pissed off at me, considering I've never attacked or did anything wrong to one. I deal fair and square with everyone. Also, round, rectangle, triangle... oh never mind. Bad pun.
Anyhow...back to the kitchen.
"Never piss off a witch" contin
UmberI was thinking about her tonight, not sure why. She doesn't cross my mind as much as she once did, unless I take a moment to remember her anew. So that is what I will do.Umber by RainySkyz
In the winter of 1992 in Martinez, California, when I was still married and living with my husband and our only son (age 13), one of my nieces and her children were living with my husband's sis-in-law. One late cold night they found three shivering, skinny kittens hiding, but not too quietly, in cardboard boxes beneath their apartment balcony. Apparently they'd been abandoned by the mother or else she had become lost or died. So my niece and sis-in-law took several hours trying to capture the wild itty things, and brought them inside and devoted a couple weeks trying to tame them, while also trying to find homes for them. But no one wanted the kittens. So as last resort they phoned me and invited my son to visit -- hoping I'd weaken and adopt them. My son fell in love with the femal
|This folder is a general bucket into which I drop assorted things that relate to events of my life, past or present. It can include photos, non-fiction, dreams, or my thoughts, and be emotional, philosophical, whimsical, psychological, or hopefully amusing. Some of which might seem more suited to a journal. But this folder is easy to see, find, read, reply, and not be deleted as some of my journals were.|
|About my art... I'm self-training.|
I prefer traditional pencils, pastels, chalk.
I'm inept with brushes but I do love watercolors.
I'm experimenting with digital art.
I'm lucky if I complete more than two works a year.
I had an art drought for 15 years. Art is difficult for me.
But I love it. Especially cartoons.
No matter where I hang my hat. . . it is home if beside yours.No matter where I hang my hat by RainySkyz
|2011-2012. My Six Word Stories. They are a short story format, written with no more than six words plus title. I'm still trying to get the hang of it. I'm happy my favorite "Writer's CPR" received a DLD.|
That Other ShoeRemember when we first metThat Other Shoe by RainySkyz
so afraid of me were you,
convinced that other shoe
would, as always, drop
and very soon
much as I promised
it would not.
Little did I know
not only my entire closet
but also yours would fall
heavy and hard upon this heart
as you began to beat me
with each and every one of them
again and again and again
even now, hopelessly far away
and as silent as our grave.
His Namesake / Stillborn7. His NamesakeHis Namesake / Stillborn by RainySkyz
This is a crazy house! (I write through tears.)
Thank you for picking up the phone even though you hate phones.
Thank you for getting me through yet once more.
For validating me and being kind and sweet and restoring my dignity.
Times like this all my love floods back into my heart.
But I have learned to sit a moment or two
and let it ebb away
as I smile with a sad sweetness I wish you could see
but even more, appreciate.
I love you. At times like this.
But you have taught me how
to let go
again and again and again.
Something I never knew,
. . . back in time . . .
back in time.
what are we?
* * *
My humble abode
throws free its doors
so widely gaped
I shiver from an outward breeze
thinking of the many who
might, could, or did abide
but beckons only you
on this steamy winter's night
SeasonsI love flowers in SpringSeasons by RainySkyz
Trees are Summer's best
Prettiest are the Falling leaves
But Winters only seem to cry
if not for bird nests
Shy(a ♂His and ♀Her Story)Shy by RainySkyz
♂Left at the altar
for a moment
Years of scars
scorched and burning
upon bending knees
♀Left in a bed
new to love
resounding in her ears
♂Wandered lost for years
the lonely streets and alleys
in confused, gutted, oblivion
♀Wandered lost for years
to drive fast, streets and alleys,
daring her shame to chase her
She found ♂him
He shrugged and gave up
He found ♀her
She shrugged and gave in
♂Was given a beautiful baby girl
And long term hell
♀Was given long term hell
And a beautiful baby boy
♂Left for someone older
♀Left for someone younger
already had someone
was never really there
♂Left all behind
Poor Little June BugPoor little June bug.Poor Little June Bug by RainySkyz
I did not mean to be mean.
When a bug must die
I deliver a certain swift death.
I do not believe in suffering.
Not even of a poor little June bug.
So shiny, pretty, dark, and brown.
Hairy legs, kinked, walking slowly
along the rug's edge.
Until you saw gigantic me.
And froze with fear.
Poor little June bug,
I did not mean to be mean.
Had I known it was you,
I might have let you go.
But you were snooping my kitchen!
And course I thought you were sent
straight from the devil himself.
With a swift mad fist
I mashed part of your head
and captured you in a glass
and sat you on the counter
to observe in disgust.
And then with sadistic pleasure
"That'll teach you
for invading my turf!
Die you little bastard!
Scream your guts out
to your gazillion relatives!
'Run away, run away fast!'
because I'm now in furious pursuit!"
I watched you slowly wiggle a bloody leg,
then what was left of another,
as you tried to move your head
and the remai
The Screams Of Mourning Doves (re-submitted)Dear Reader,The Screams Of Mourning Doves (re-submitted) by RainySkyz
This story may not be finished, for reasons unknown or that you may
derive. It is a work in progress, to keep me company during this very
long lonely night of complex post-traumatic stress disorder depression.
It is what it is -- not really plotted, so unexpected, not even wanted, and
with much defensive activity, and battled at every opportunity. But
some stories cannot be denied no matter how hard we try. They write
themselves because they don't care who wins or loses. They only care to
be heard, even if by no one. They are the act itself. Anything else is left
to chance. That is how this story is, will be, or will not be.
It is a story about two strangers -- an older woman, and a man, who have
been wounded all their lives by almost everyone they deeply cared
about, including spouses, lovers, family, and to such a consistent
beating they gave up hoping they will ever be loved.
|My short stories. Some very old. Some whimsical. Many emo or passionate. Hopefully at least one will entertain you.|
Female, age 67, in a relationship. California born and raised except for a few years in Arkansas. Married too young, too long, divorced, I've one son who is my good friend. Teaching myself to draw traditionally and mix it with digital. Plans to teach myself traditional water color. I still play around with music (keyboard). And I've poetry, novels, and story ideas somewhere between my ears. There's always so much I want to do. I'm always busy, never bored, wishing for more hours in the day and less time required for illness, including fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue. Meanwhile fwiw: I'm very forthright, truthful and comfortable speaking my mind, which is how I believe we all should be...otherwise why bother to speak to anyone, or even to yourself?
Medium to Light Blues,
Purples in all Hues,
Soft Sunny Yellows,
and All In Betweens.
"It's not how piercing the comebacks,
but how meaningful the argument." ツ
"If the light be truth, I always choose the light.
If the dark be illusion in which to hide,
I choose to illuminate.
If in between I fall and must again choose,
I hope always to use the dark as the direction from which I depart,
and not arrive."
This LifeThis life is not . . .
I'd lost this collaboration and refound.
J-vdb made my poem even more beautiful.
~~J-vdb and Claudia 7/13/2011
Letters . . .raw thought
Just A MessageI say,
dA LamentOver three years ago
for your time, comments, faves, watches, everything. I'm pleased you stopped by. Sorry if I can't always reply. And, btw, I fave you not because you faved me. I fave because I love your work. Please don't feel a need to return the favor unless you sincerely do like my work. That way we know it is our work that is being appreciated and not just loyalty. TY.
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|Can you help this friend of mine?|
my GoFundMeAs much as I hate doing this, I will be losing my living space in the near future. So I have set up a GoFundMe campaign, here: http://www.gofundme.com/sqzf88