The Devastation Beneath

The Devastation Beneath

Posted by Erin Mansfield

Life is broken
It's shattered pieces trampled
Where Beauty and promise
Hide the devastation beneath
All the colors sucked dry
By a whirlpool of pain and fear
Leaving the world bland and gray
Where even the best intentions
Spawn a fog so foul
It is an astounding wonder
That we haven't choked to death

Yes, I know dawn will rise again
And I will so willingly forget
The termoil festering beneath
For now though I wait sitting
Wondering how much damage
Can my heart really take

Rainbow Farting Unicorns League

Rainbow Farting Unicorns League

Posted by Erin Mansfield

Note: What follows is meant clearly for humor's sake.  I decided to make a fictitious website, and I found the results humorous and so I posted it below.

RainbowFartingUnicornsLeague.com

About Rainbow Farting Unicorns

This is all about the fantastical wonders of those mystical unicorns. It primarily focuses on how to get those beautiful creatures to fart out those rainbows they are so famous for. Of course, we will also discuss how to find and trap a leprechaun, for all his wonderful gold!

Caution

Any information included in this site is to be used only at your own risk. We are not liable for unicorn stampedes, gas poisoning, or being turned into a melon by leprechauns.

History

Long before this site was created, causing unicorns to fart rainbows was already a noble tradition. No one knows for sure who first discovered that unicorns had such a peculiar gift. We do know that the earliest records tell only of the droppings, being brightly colored and strangely tasting of chocolate. It is rumored that the original discoverer was actually attempting to mate with one of the creatures, when it ran off, releasing a gaseous array of colors. Unfortunately, the man's genitals forever bore a rainbow pattern, causing him to be harassed by leprechauns the rest of his days.

The Tradition Today

For many, the art of unicorn rainbow farting has become more of a pastime than a true calling. Where once initiates would pledge their lives to the task, now only teenagers, drunks, or the suicidal put in any real effort. Today, groups tend to gather more for the food and drink. It is time spent with family and friends, ending in a staged attempt, kept carefully away from any unicorn’s backend.

The Renaissance

While many consider the risk involved in reviving this harrowing sport far too high, it is time to reconsider. With today's knowledge, it is far safer than ever before. Those brave enough to coax unicorns into farting, can earn themselves a lifetime of fame and fortune. For it is the only known way to reliably lure a leprechaun.  If one can also succeed in capturing a leprechaun, they can acquirer whatever their heart desires. Of course, there are risks. The gas itself is unpredictable. It has been known dissolve entire groups, cause people to think their own flesh is a most delicious dessert, or to simply turn everyone into adorably defenseless bunnies. If one survives, one still must manage to outwit the leprechauns. Yet, with the use of the latest information and safety equipment, many are now willing to risk it all.

Contact Information

Of course users are free to contact each other, or myself, through the forums. If the need is urgent, however, the use of telepathy is preferred. Of course, all scheduled gatherings can be entered by teleportation. We only ask that guests refrain from using telekinesis in designated areas, so arrivals can apparate without foreign objects becoming lodged in their body.

Mother's Day

Mother's Day

Posted by Erin Mansfield

I hope everyone enjoyed Mother's Day, whether or not you are a mother.

This is a pretty simple image, though it still took me a while today.  I drew the image and scanned it into the computer, then edited it, added color and effects with gimp.

The House Upon the Cliff

The House Upon the Cliff

Posted by Erin Mansfield

They fell like sopping rain into the foyer
Before maneuvering past buckets of water
And hastily settling into the parlor
Each crack of thunder shook the house
Comfort was disregarded for warmth
Provided by sips of a light, bitter tea
Their journey was a difficult one

The house, once splendid, still charmed
As gold-leaf glistened beneath the neglect
And each room contained the remembrances
Of generations of life, love and home
The sole remaining heir and guardian
Drained of money, time and energy
In the desperate hope of restoring the house
And preserving those cherished memories
Finally knew that the quest had failed
Standing upon the edge of a treacherous cliff
More of the grounds vanished every year
Threatening to take this ancient dwelling
The travelers confirm worrisome fears
The roads are washed out, barely passible
Perhaps these walls will still hold
Yet this torrent is not about to let up
Certainly they must escape to safety
While they retain a chance of success

Caught unprepared due to a deep denial
The guardian stashes a sentimental souvenir
Gathers some necessities, and prays for safety
Another flash and crack, the lights flicker
Before flooding the room in blind darkness
They struggle with flashlights and candles
The job is nearly done, though the ground jerks
Suddenly gravity seems to pull with a new weight
Feet slip, the body lurches instinctively forward
While nearly swallowed by the blackening abyss
And is yet caught by a single hand on the wrist
And pulled into a welcome temporary safety
Into each other’s arms, holding tight for a moment
With a nod they run, taking care not to fall
They shove themselves and a bag into the car
The path ahead, more like a river than road
The car jerks with each widening whole
The traveler’s determined to save their friend
As they charge onward, defying wind and rain
But the guardian only stares at the home now lost
No longer the protector of a priceless history
Now the protected in a battle against the elements
Nothing left to do, but to simply hold on
As strength slips and the world continues to rage
Forgetting to feel anything, but overwhelming loss

Back in the Muck

Back in the Muck

Posted by Erin Mansfield

Gone the vibrant victories
Perfect in song and honor
When any road one chose
Filled pockets with gold

Only now all pathways
Are entrenched in muck
Causing countless stumbles
While fog does muddle

And still yet more troubles
The map now swallowed
In a torrent of water
Leaving one to wander

The miles last beyond forever
Yet if there be an end
Then even shoeless feet
Go marching ever forward

Spring with a Touch of Snow

Spring with a Touch of Snow

Posted by Erin Mansfield

A sky, blue with streaks of fading white
The wind is comfortable, cool and mild
Though teasingly it swells then stills
Allowing warmth to seep into the earth
Squirrels seek through lush green
While the melody of birds flutters above
Flowers dab colors of yellow and cranberry
Though snow still hides in shadows
And in the pockets of thick, green bushes

Haunting Pains

Haunting Pains

Posted by Erin Mansfield

Watching agitation overwhelm composure
Enduring threads finally give their last
Heavy burdens spewing venomous demonstrations
As every hindrance deepens the indignity

Though warring against the prevailing turmoil
The display evokes images of a past disregard
Where my own temper surged with turbulence
And led to an aversive defense against my heart

A single sentence, surely not meant in truth
Intent only on forestalling further challenges
Yet sparks flared, before slowly surrendering
To leave behind a charred and cold void

I can not find any strength born from difficulty
For with each trial adds yet further strain
Slight neglects provoke sensations of battle
My capacity fades as haunting pains invade

Perhaps a stay beyond the current discord
Where long gentle rains soften the rugged ground
From the accompanying lonely withdrawal sprouts promise
That the coming sunshine will nurture vibrant blooms