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"Is there a place for art and writing on YouTube?" This starving artist thinks so. For the united good of bringing creative forces together, here ...

Something's gone wrong...

Just give it up now....

Of what we once where, with all our aspirations to be

It's lost, in me, in you.

Just like how y...

*With You* Here, I live alone / peacefully now with / moist ground under bare feet / as I find the first of spring / a yellow flower / a new gr...

My almost late contest entry for the TubeWrite Contest

Turning film into art...

Pure Film Photography

Photographs by Teddy Wilson

Music - "Deliberate Thought"

Music from www.incompetech.com

A response to the question "Is there a place for art in the digital revolution?"

In my fit of emo last year I wrote this poem, but it actually was the first I had both rhythm and rhyme in so I wanted you all to see it. Forgive m...

Writers and Artists do indeed have a place in YouTube. Here is an exerpt from my novel Elena. A Female Vampire in a world she claims as her own.

Th...

Pixelated Muse

by Tina Burlingame

AKA MsWriteNow

Your two by two window to your soul

on my laptop

has sucked me from a placid numb existence,

wipe...

http://www.yogasantoamaro.c...

painting with web digital influence

Who is the Singer? Who is the Song?

From whose lips does the mockingbird spring?

From whose mind do the seasons find order?

In a tumble of chaos, ...

If I ate you would you love me?

I'm trying new things but for some reason they never work out like I planed.

What left is there to do?

Cramming my ...

heya, this actually my first art vid on you tube.. so m sorry about the bad camera placement bcz of which i couldn't even record my signature unawa...

This poem is dedicated to the memory of Kyle Cummins who drowned saving the life of his youngest sister.

Kyle will always be a hero to anyone who ...

R.Evolution.

We are your old

. your young

. your soon-to-be

We come,

. marching as steady

. as drumbeats

. On the distant hor...

THIS IS MY ENTRY FOR TUBE WRITE

Hate

Think about all you've been through, has it been guarded deep inside of you? Look at your eyes, they resembl...

Adelaide

On the Sunday bench at the station I could see in grandpa's expression how he still remembered the first time he saw one. He had told on m...