Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2019 11:58:27 GMT -5
This was one of my favorite threads on PSF, so Id love to see it continued here.
Do you work on your own art projects--paintings, dioramas, poetry, etc? Or do you have some you'd like to talk about--maybe Van Gogh, Andy Warhol, Walt Whitman? If so, talk about it here. Share your stuff <3
I'll start with some poems and pictures I made about Blue, an obscure character design from the earliest days of pokemon. Despite early illustrations which prove she was there from the beginning and an equal to Red and Green, her design was never used in the games. While Red and Green became the foundations for Ash and Gary (respectively) in the anime, Blue was left out there too. The only media she survived in was the manga, Pokemon Adventures, where she's a young femme fatale kidnapped by a man named Pryce into his ring of child thieves. Think of her as a female Artful Dodger. Anyway, I thought her character was cool, and since she got left out of the cult phenomenon I wanted to give her a voice, so I wrote some poems and expanded on some fan art I found online.
Limerick:
Black satin form wanders the night,
at first appears an alluring sight.
But one pays a price,
to see the mask of ice,
when all alone in the moonlight
Three different forms of cinquains:
Leaf
Distant Fragile
Falling Fainting Drowning
Always Green Ever Living
Survivor
Blue
Wandering Children
Loneliness in Company
Without Faces to show
Isolation
Named Green
Stalking Shadows
in want of companions
or the parents she never knew
She Grieves.
Flarf (in this form you take words from songs/books/articles and rearrange them into a poem. I used various song lyrics):
You're a lonely little girl
Cold rain to splash water diamonds colored green and
She shoots colors all around
Dancing in the shallows of a river
She belongs there left with her liberty
There, running my hands through her hair
I will bring to you flowers in the night
Soft as trembling fingers touch you--love
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Lonely moonchild
Never known as a non-believer
Like a sunset going down
Warm wind to touch the trees colored blue and
the world for them is too unreal
So you're lonely, lonely, lonely
I can offer you wine and candlelight
Soft skin to spend the every day colored gold and
Have you seen a lady fairer?
She laughs and stays in the one, one, wonderful
Dreaming in the shadows of the willow
Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there
Pantoum:
Every night I watch the moon, cycle back to New.
She paints us as shadows, unhindered to torment
In my mask, as a raccoon, the wolf—I am Blue.
My team of six encircles our mark in his tent
She paints us as shadows, unhindered to torment
Just as well, so they cant see my regret, my fear
My team of six encircles our mark in his tent
But then I lost my nerve, behind ice there are tears.
Just as well, so they cant see my regret, my fear
I have never had someone with whom I can cry
But then I lost my nerve, behind ice there are tears.
I cling to Jiggly, listen to her lullaby.
I have never had someone with whom I can cry
There is only Silver, who needs me to be strong
I cling to Jiggly, listen to her lullaby.
Why did it come to this, where did it all go wrong?
There is only Silver, who needs me to be strong
Every night I watch the moon, cycle back to New.
Why did it come to this, where did it all go wrong?
In my mask, as a raccoon, the wolf—I am Blue
Petrarchan Sonnet:
Life on this earth is to be behind bars,
ensconced among forbidden forms of Grace,
wrapped up in silk, furs and Chantilly lace.
Their song obscured by a Master called Mars.
And yearning in silence beneath the stars,
to throw down my name—take on a new face.
But how to do it, yet not bring disgrace,
and return to where the future was ours?
Deep down forever longing to escape:
a drone's destiny when I am a queen,
the past, the taunts, the memories of rape.
Feigning courage by the mirror, I preen
my body a canvas to paint and shape.
And call upon Venus to set the scene.
Haiku:
Trapped in my own flesh
Prison of anxiety
This is Carbon Freeze
Free Verse:
Blue alias: Green,
Indigo's Artful Dodger.
Weaponized beauty of Pallet with
garments from divorced gray shades.
Stalking bounties, scores
settled through tamed elements,
weaving Red, Green through wiles and mischief.
Her tides draw blood from ice masks.
A thief in shadows:
bangs cloud eyes, Ditto hides face.
Yet no shield guards against memory:
a Prisoner for a Pryce.
Hostage of Ho-oh,
reaching for warmth with captive hands,
calloused heart. Past scars like mascara
shrouds the girl that should have been,
now a life unknown.
Kanto's O'Shaughnessy, she
dons the night sky, cloak of deception.
From stars, tracing friends. Always
as Silver's sweetheart.
Do you work on your own art projects--paintings, dioramas, poetry, etc? Or do you have some you'd like to talk about--maybe Van Gogh, Andy Warhol, Walt Whitman? If so, talk about it here. Share your stuff <3
I'll start with some poems and pictures I made about Blue, an obscure character design from the earliest days of pokemon. Despite early illustrations which prove she was there from the beginning and an equal to Red and Green, her design was never used in the games. While Red and Green became the foundations for Ash and Gary (respectively) in the anime, Blue was left out there too. The only media she survived in was the manga, Pokemon Adventures, where she's a young femme fatale kidnapped by a man named Pryce into his ring of child thieves. Think of her as a female Artful Dodger. Anyway, I thought her character was cool, and since she got left out of the cult phenomenon I wanted to give her a voice, so I wrote some poems and expanded on some fan art I found online.
Limerick:
Black satin form wanders the night,
at first appears an alluring sight.
But one pays a price,
to see the mask of ice,
when all alone in the moonlight
Three different forms of cinquains:
Leaf
Distant Fragile
Falling Fainting Drowning
Always Green Ever Living
Survivor
Blue
Wandering Children
Loneliness in Company
Without Faces to show
Isolation
Named Green
Stalking Shadows
in want of companions
or the parents she never knew
She Grieves.
Flarf (in this form you take words from songs/books/articles and rearrange them into a poem. I used various song lyrics):
You're a lonely little girl
Cold rain to splash water diamonds colored green and
She shoots colors all around
Dancing in the shallows of a river
She belongs there left with her liberty
There, running my hands through her hair
I will bring to you flowers in the night
Soft as trembling fingers touch you--love
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Lonely moonchild
Never known as a non-believer
Like a sunset going down
Warm wind to touch the trees colored blue and
the world for them is too unreal
So you're lonely, lonely, lonely
I can offer you wine and candlelight
Soft skin to spend the every day colored gold and
Have you seen a lady fairer?
She laughs and stays in the one, one, wonderful
Dreaming in the shadows of the willow
Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there
Pantoum:
Every night I watch the moon, cycle back to New.
She paints us as shadows, unhindered to torment
In my mask, as a raccoon, the wolf—I am Blue.
My team of six encircles our mark in his tent
She paints us as shadows, unhindered to torment
Just as well, so they cant see my regret, my fear
My team of six encircles our mark in his tent
But then I lost my nerve, behind ice there are tears.
Just as well, so they cant see my regret, my fear
I have never had someone with whom I can cry
But then I lost my nerve, behind ice there are tears.
I cling to Jiggly, listen to her lullaby.
I have never had someone with whom I can cry
There is only Silver, who needs me to be strong
I cling to Jiggly, listen to her lullaby.
Why did it come to this, where did it all go wrong?
There is only Silver, who needs me to be strong
Every night I watch the moon, cycle back to New.
Why did it come to this, where did it all go wrong?
In my mask, as a raccoon, the wolf—I am Blue
Petrarchan Sonnet:
Life on this earth is to be behind bars,
ensconced among forbidden forms of Grace,
wrapped up in silk, furs and Chantilly lace.
Their song obscured by a Master called Mars.
And yearning in silence beneath the stars,
to throw down my name—take on a new face.
But how to do it, yet not bring disgrace,
and return to where the future was ours?
Deep down forever longing to escape:
a drone's destiny when I am a queen,
the past, the taunts, the memories of rape.
Feigning courage by the mirror, I preen
my body a canvas to paint and shape.
And call upon Venus to set the scene.
Haiku:
Trapped in my own flesh
Prison of anxiety
This is Carbon Freeze
Free Verse:
Blue alias: Green,
Indigo's Artful Dodger.
Weaponized beauty of Pallet with
garments from divorced gray shades.
Stalking bounties, scores
settled through tamed elements,
weaving Red, Green through wiles and mischief.
Her tides draw blood from ice masks.
A thief in shadows:
bangs cloud eyes, Ditto hides face.
Yet no shield guards against memory:
a Prisoner for a Pryce.
Hostage of Ho-oh,
reaching for warmth with captive hands,
calloused heart. Past scars like mascara
shrouds the girl that should have been,
now a life unknown.
Kanto's O'Shaughnessy, she
dons the night sky, cloak of deception.
From stars, tracing friends. Always
as Silver's sweetheart.