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@whileatwiltshire
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"Going away is easy, coming home is hard" — Running on Air.
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2021-06-06 15:05
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whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
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Depression — A Poem.
[ Okay I wrote this four years ago when I was too small and too sad for this world (which, I still am, but, meh, what can you do?) I don't remember what my little brain went through to come up with a miserable
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BDCommunity
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Zara Zara — an attempt at the break of dawn.
I'm usually not someone who likes to post about my personal shenanigans to hive, as I, most of the time, do live a very very dull life, (hence why I write fiction.. You know, cause I like to imagine stuff
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whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
Lost, and not to be found.
This topic has fascinated me for a long time, and I figured I should talk about this a bit today. In life, especially if you are a bookworm like me, you sometimes come across a piece of writing that hits
whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
Ink — A Poem.
"I'm going to write today," I told myself as I gripped my pen tightly. The white piece of paper in front of me looked fresh and welcoming; Inviting me in with open arms. And when I pressed my
whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
Practicing full body art.
Lately, I'm trying to improve my grasp of human anatomy, and this was one of my attempts at trying to draw full-body in digital. Again, I lazed out on drawing the background but, what to do? XD Here is
whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
Spontaneous — A Poem
"Spontaneous," Was the first word that came to my mind when I saw you walking towards me with a smile that held secrets. "Spontaneous," Was what I thought when I saw your hands move
whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
Treacherous — A Poem.
The nights spent staring at the ceiling of my small dark room has left me silent. As I stared above at nothing but dry crippled plasters, I wondered just when life had gone from achingly alluring to
whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
A fragment of a story I'll never write.
Her screams were still ringing in his ears as he laid her sleeping body on their bed. She looked so peaceful now. As if the last half an hour were just a part of a very, very bad dream. As if she hadn’t
whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
Chibi-Styled Wuxia Art.
So, I've been awfully into Wuxia novels these days, and this obsession of mine has resulted in creating this cute little chibi-styled art (Since I'm too lazy to bother with anything that has details.....Maybe
whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
An old one — Artwork.
I created this one for a friend's birthday last year, and it was the first time I worked with such a detailed background. Normally, I slack off with the bg of all my artworks, but the structural background
whileatwiltshire
OnChainArt
5y
On an afternoon — Digital Art.
I'm still learning the concept of light and shadow on digital, but I had a fun time creating this one. The concept for this piece was just pure and simple; " couples doing couple stuff.". I still
whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
The Cycle — A Poem.
The cycle starts with a hushed "I miss you" over the phone.
whileatwiltshire
CineTV
5y
How I Met Your Mother — A Review.
“The great moments of your life won't necessarily be the things you do, they'll also be the things that happen to you. Now, I'm not saying you can't take action to affect the outcome of your life, you
whileatwiltshire
OnChainArt
5y
Dystopian art? An attempt at digital.
Dystopian fiction has always been something I enjoyed reading. And a while back, I thought I'd give it a shot to see if I could draw something that had the dystopian feel to it. While it may not look all
whileatwiltshire
poetry
5y
Midnight Blue — A Poem.
My devotion turned into nightmares as his lips parted and spilt midnight blue on my ever pleading hands. I never understood what I had done wrong to deserve such a shade of agony As my colour was already
whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
It's all in your head: A Fragment.
From the corner where I stood, the man crouching on the floor looked like a filthy insect. The frail rags wrapped around his body were covered in dirt and blood, a clear diversion from the usual prim and
whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
SEALED UP THOUGHTS — A Poem.
Sealed up thoughts on an open mouth are quite the sight to behold And for a person who has stayed quiet for quite a while now, it's the familiarity that strikes it as home. Parted lips become poetry when
whileatwiltshire
BDCommunity
5y
An 'average' Introduction
Well, this is gonna be…. weird. I wish I was more coherent when it came to talking about myself. While most of the time, I manage to write somewhat of an okay scenario, whenever I try to talk about myself,
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