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Since every group needs them, here are our rules.
We accept images (photos, manipulations, drawings, paintings) and words (poetry, prose, etc). Words : The texts submitted must be in English and/or French. Other languages are welcome, but with a translation in French or in English below.The moderators must be able to understand what is written.
This group is dedicated to the 5 classical elements. It can be literal or metaphorical, so portraits and poetry - emotional or not- related with the elements are welcome!
Seven (7) deviations per week per person for all folders (except for the "words" folder which are limited to one (1) deviation per day), all deviations are subject to vote. It doesn't need to be "the best of the best of the best", but any proposed art must be completed and of good quality. Please submit in the correct folder, your submission will be rejected if you don't. If we have declined it, you can also ask why and we will gladly explain the reasons as to why we couldn't accept it. Please remember, the art is critiqued, not you.
Nudes are allowed, if related to the elements. No pornography, no racism, etc. And courtesy, of course, is a must. This point is of the utmost importance.
Two folders are named "Dark Matter" (Images and words). The world of the dead - the underworld - is for us a part of the 5 elements. These folders are for your darker work.
This is not a pagan group. Pagans are welcome as are monotheists, atheists, agnostics and everyone else in between! As long as your work fits our themes: The 5 Elements and the darker side of life.
Have fun with the beauty of the elements and its underworld!
THE FALL OF ATLANTIS (greyshadow's #38)ATLANTIS PART IIITHE FALL OF ATLANTIS (greyshadow's #38) by lombregrise
Once upon a time,
But she wasn't
Drowning by KieraCampbellDrowned Maiden III by Isa-Wyrd
But I see you by YourForgiveness
Allat by mastertouchDark Side of Beauty by in-art-we-trust
Transcending flesh by KimberleyCamilleri
SC-196-b by scaulier69Shallow waters by davefirewitch
escape to sorrow by utopic-man
Fear II by pro-nonThe secret room by kellebass
SPECIAL FEATURE #26: TO ATLANTIS PART II/IIIWELCOME TO ATLANTIS PART II : EARTH, GOLD, PLEASURE AND DECADENCESPECIAL FEATURE #26: TO ATLANTIS PART II/III by lombregrise
don't forget to activate your mature filter if you have to do...
first part :
after the poll...
QUEEN OF ATLANTIS
Ice that burns 1 by iomaSaty
I am by Zachar Rize by IlonaShevchishinaMorning Glory by Vitaly-Sokol
SPECIAL FEATURE #25: TO ATLANTIS PART IHAVE A GREAT SUMMERSPECIAL FEATURE #25: TO ATLANTIS PART I by lombregrise
Photo of the season
No text today - problem with the thumbs - sorry
WELCOME TO ATLANTIS (part I)
At the heart of the rock by fb101
boho by LisbethPhotography
shelf life by andre-jHaving a good Time by Zurmuehle
Summer flavours by Saju90Midas Touched Himself by 3feathers
enchanteresse by poivre
FreiFev'rishly flickering, firesong flies.Frei by Riorlyne
Infinite illusions intangibly
rise. Ravelling, rift-woven ribbons release
ethereal embers: everlit eyes.
La Creation ou l'EtherA l'aube des temps,La Creation ou l'Ether by ptitjo
A l'aurOre de l'Histoire,
Une ride sur le miroir,
De l'éCume du néant
Dans le Creuset de l'univers
Naquit la matière.
Dans le CHaudrOn bOuillOnnant,
Par la main du grand Hérétique,
Une féCOndation stellaire
Dans les brumes alCHimiques
Enfanta d'une spHère.
Il fit fOndre le CHaOs Originel
Pour en extraire l'essence,
Pour établir l'Ordre et le sens
Mêlant mercure sOuffre et sel.
De l'embryOn primOrdial
S'écOulèrent les fluides
Sur la surfaCe Humide
De l'Œuf philOsOpHal,
Ils étaient au nOmbre de quatre :
L'eau, le feu, l'air, la terre.
Ainsi nés dans Cet âtre,
COagulant en un sOuffle de vie,
Vapeurs de l'étHer,
Pour bâtir l'aujOurd'Hui.
Voici pour plus de lisibilité:
A l'aube des temps,
A l'aurore de l'histoire,
Une ride sur le miro
The last poemThe last poem by luka567
This is the last poem, I write for you,
after this, I am through.
No longer will you haunt my days,
searching for things I cannot replace.
Everything loses its value,
seems I've fallen out of your venue.
I promised you love forever,
I will keep my word, even if you've said never.
Do not search for me again,
I do not want to be a part of your game.
My heart has turned into ash,
makes a nice pile of stash.
The soul hungers for more,
the mind has decided, that's all.
.the sea spits
me back onto
the shore -
the waves say
this is not the
right tide, the
VII(scroll down for English)
(link for Wordeea's reading below)
Et j'ai su que mon univers
S'écroulerait avec Nous –
Subtil arrachement au rêve.
Ma vie ne tenait qu'à vos lèvres ;
Je vous regardais,
Et vous regardiez
Que faire quand
Quand de la mer il ne reste
Que des montagnes de sel
Et des vasques sanglantes ?
Le cloître et la course aux chimères
Font de bien piètres murailles.
Renaître, c'est aller bâtir
And I knew my universe
Would collapse with Us -
Subtly wrecking this dream.
My life hung to your lips, and
As my gaze lingered upon you
What else is left to do when
The horizon itself
When all that remains of the sea
Are mountains of salt
And bloody ponds?
Cloisters and pipe dreams
Make pitiful bastions.
To rise again is to build
Sud bleuDans le soleil
Souffre le sel
Du sud bleu
Weightlesshands of wind arch my back,
fair strands caress my face,
i am weightless.
No limitUn séjour dans l'eau
Soit je vais bien, soit je meurs
Un coquillage en apnée
Drague le fond de l'océan.
Insecuritiesi could tell you a million tales
of when i stared into the abyss,
and drowned in the thrashing waves
of my own torturous thoughts,
that the dark crevices of my mind
began dragging me under
a sea of endless insecurities
imprinting on my bones.
MatterIt is only a matter of time
until the stone lays down with the sheep
Rested firmly above the holes
where our eyes used to be.
It is only a matter of matter
until epitaph and eulogy diminish to dust
becomes the eternal home,
not where our souls used to be.
It is only a matter of fact
that our words will become reductionist, redundant,
the world will forget
where our words used to be.
SimbelmyneThere is silence here, upon
stale skull tombs
these everminds are stilling...
(And yet their tragedies
shall endure in the pallor of the
flowers in your hands.)
LongingSnowflakes cool the tears
Upon your face, just enough
To dull the heartache
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