Writing While Bleeding

“To be an artist is to be eaten. To be a writer is to give yourself whole. To be creative is to be the offering.” — Sakiyah Dyse

[writingwhilebleeding]

Hi. I’m Sakiyah.

Writer. Artist. Thinker. Feel-everything-too-deeply-er.

This is where I drop my words, my worlds, my wounds, and my wonder.

I’m writing because I want to connect. Because I need to believe I’m not the only one who feels this much.

Here you’ll find poetry, prose, memories, manifestations, and probably too many half-finished thoughts.

But that’s the point, isn’t it? We’re all just rough drafts in motion.

[keyara-nyasha]

[felrija]

☀️🌈 Commissions Open 🌈☀️

🌸Pricing range: 45€-75€ (portraits, torso lenght, background) • 80€-125€+ (full body, 2 characters, background) • May vary on amount of characters and details !

🌸Will draw: existing painting redraws, OC's , OC ref sheet, fictional characters (any species), real people, animals, artistic nudity, nature (any type), tattoo designs.

Message if interested/for extra info ♥︎

🌸 MORE EXAMPLES BELOW 🌸

[2-gay-2-furious]

[blingedoubimbi]

[24kblk]

soul food by edward tillman jr. + paul elliott, 1997

[wildnickk]

[receiving-tomb]

The art of Mary Syring

Artist's website with prints

[aqua-regia009]

[delicatelymorbid]

want possessive sex. not the type where you're trying to put me in my place, but rather the reassuring kind. telling me i'm yours in a sweet tone that blurs to condescending when you see how easily i fall apart from your words. your hand barley putting pressure around my throat while you promise i'm the only one you need. eyes rolling back while i squeeze around you and pant out desperate begs against your mouth to never stop, needing you to keep going. digging my nails into your arms, stabilizing myself on my grasp and from the thought of never letting you go. losing all coherence when you start praising me in my ear, moaning how perfect i feel, how pathetic my whines are when you call me yours. and as soon as my begs start spilling for permission to cum, you tell me to say it out loud. to say i'm yours, over and over despite my words blending together with broken moans, raspy whines, and shaky sobs. fucking me as if our lives depended on it and making sure that when i cum, i know im yours. only yours.

[k1llingeve]

Nobody Waits // There is Something Strange Growing in our House

[norfisthewhimsy]

[pelopona]

me and my moots <3

[writingwhilebleeding]

IT’S HERE

My Skill Is Exhausted: A Story of Kente Cloth, Legacy, & Transcendence tells the life of Kwaku, a young weaver whose hands are holding the burden of generations. From the looms of West Africa to the brownstones of Harlem, from marches for freedom to graduation stages, the patterns express resilience, faith and pride.

More than a story, this book is a thread stitching the African diaspora, a tribute to the culture of people’s, and a testament that our culture is indomitable.

Available now on LuluBookstore.com 🛒

My Skill Is Exhausted: A Story of Kente Cloth, Legacy, & Transcendence

— Order here: https://www.lulu.com/search?contributor=Sakiah+Dyse&page=1&pageSize=10&adult_audience_rating=00

[fromblisswithlove]

bruised

[netarchivist]

[bebs-art-gallery]

Two Women Kissing in Nature (b. 1859)

— by Georges Rochegrosse