Happy new Year!! We survived. Everyone go and watch 2012.
Um, I can't think of anything else to say sooo....Keep on creating!!

JacobIt was late. To late for him to be up. Jacob Donald was aware of that, but he knew he would get no rest if he lay down now. Frustration coursed through him as he tried to figure out just what was keeping him awake. Snippets of the day flashed through the man's mind. His wife cooking the dinner, teasing him for being late again. He came home and found three of his siblings scattered throughout his house; Casey was sprawled on the living room couch snoring loudly while little Gracia carefully drew a purple mustache on her uncle's face.Jacob by ~AmbreeChristineSkye
Snorting Jacob stood and poured a cup of milk for himself. His brother was always falling asleep in compromi

SpringSpring will come and wipe away the sorrow of the night.Spring by ~AmbreeChristineSkye
Summer will follow to dry tears of delight.
Autumn will arrive to harden the spirit.
Winter will bring darkness consuming the world within it.
The rain will cleanse the world of the pain.
The heat will sear the fear away returning everything back again.
The wind will take the hope away.
The ice will freeze all for another day.

Plea PoemP-oisoned soul, Poisoned mind.Plea Poem by ~AmbreeChristineSkye
L-ast year he died, That year she died.
E-veryone deserves retribution but...
A-t least let us grow up before handing us guns.

Uh...A young woman named Dahlia loved making art, and practiced Painting all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical Cats, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Seattle, and a portrait of Johnny Depp that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby Dog for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in Painting to create the most beautUh... by ~AmbreeChristineSkye

What Am I? Lingering in that photo...What Am I? by ~WillowPen
In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
Transport
myself
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
astonishing beauty.
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
Weight
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
self-doubt.
and
Sometimes,