Atelier

This blog seeks artists on Tumblr to showcase their original artistic and poetic work. The blog is home to all who are part of the creative community. If you have an original art piece, song, or visual piece with a poem you'd like posted, please tag the blog at @creedatelier. Questions or comments may be sent to @rhapsodyinblue80 or @imperiallefty.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Find a heart that will love you at your worst and arms that will hold you at your weakest.”

— curiano.com

[electricarmchair]

"Mistakes Made" by April Salisbury-White

@electricarmchair

It was a normal face until my hand slipped and the mouth went weird.

I hated the drawing, so I drew more detail. Still hated it so I coloured it and now I hate it less? The page is very shiny. It smells of Mr Sketch markers. Which suck. They're only good for looking like a weird marker sniffer. I almost coloured a hole through the sketchbook.

[humanoidhistory]

Early color photographs of Antarctica, circa 1915, by Australian adventurer Frank Hurley.

[90377]

Tiveden Nationalpark Höst IV by Gustaf Emanuelsson Folio | getty images | facebook | instagram | 500px

[colormush]

[julykings]

deep sea diver monotype

[rhapsodyinblue80]

Dolphin at sunset in Charleston tonight. 💕

[rinibayphoto]

[fantodsdhrit]

i've seen water i make peace: with whom is constant consonant. she being rafflesia- humanoid numinous vineyards. buttocks and whatnot. touching, humid below and whatnot. how it's made more palatable. i, empty-balcony-in-winter like, to her wish- ful, other poets imitate this. i condemned her artistry. timid obscuration. in thickets we fought with teeth and animalia. sighing and whatnot sanguinary and whatnot. sea.

[katrinnac]

The morning air permeated everything on my walk—the trees were tinged pink, the puddles, everything.

[disruptivebychoice]

sometimes I trip over sheets

clinging to my bed

falling out of my own head

where linens tangle

but choke on me instead

Demon vs. Angel

[dbaydenny]

Strangers in the land

with nothing but a message

offering all hope.

.

D W Eldred

[versesandvice]

Ghost Town

I took my love with me into a ghost town

I left it there so it would know the lost sound

A panicked heart, a silenced tomb

It’s the exact same thing I would have done to you.

I’m not a prophet, I’m not a source

I'm just a girl growing all these thorns

I never wanted to let you down

Yet here we are, walking to a ghost town

[drearydaffodil]

There are as many

Ways to be kind to yourself

As cruelties, it seems

[fakesurprise]

the weather app predicted rain more accurately than the joke about darts hurled at a board

the dart board of Zeus scarred charred each perfect bullseye just becomes an empty victory

[trustonlystars]

I want to walk on odd paths of parks that have remained closed for a while. I want to hold the wildflowers and see if they poison me like some people do? I want to hold them and see if it hurts any more than what I already am. I ferociously look after things, people, and everything that doesn't talk back to me. I run away from conversations that lead nowhere. My mind has a dented way of storing and treasuring memories of what's flawed, and memories of memories, so I watch what I watch.

- trustonlystars | Jannie F.

[birchbritches]

Say No Name

Couldn’t rattle you familiar, a finial instigator ever a stranger. It strangles the vocals, ain’t a peep to be. 

- B B Pine