The StarDust gallery

⟡Assalamualaikum! Hello there. And welcome to . . .

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˚₊.‧. The StarDust Gallery ₊˚⊹

Just the blog of a fellow artist and writer. (Block don't report!)

I am an algerian Muslim 20 year old girl who loves to write about non-romance sci-fi but mystical mystery (at least trying to). Artist for 7+ yrs but still barely got the basics lol.

I love stars, the ocean and the night sky in its many forms and whatever else is blue and not clinical - Oh! And flowers too !- Those will make a common appearance in a lot of what I post.

Fellow OCD haver, Comp sci student, procrastinator and master at avoidance. You're in for quite the ride!

⟡ Here you will find :

#CrayfishThingsssss <- Main tag for babbles and stuff.

#CrayfishArtssss & #CrayfishWritingssss <- Where my art and drafts( and poems !) reside.

#CrayfishOCDssss <- anything related to my experience with OCD will have this tag. TW for vents.

#CrayfishReblogssss & #CrayfishPoolssss <- Where reblogs and pools reside. Don't do much of those though.

||| WIPs tags : (please bear with me, OCD kicked me on the curb)

#CrayfishInteractiveStoryWoTIC <- Currently 3 chapters in. Don't know if I'll continue.

#CrayfishEchoesoftheforestssss <- Anything related to my original story series(ye right-) with be tagged with this from now on. For now it's poems cus they are easier on the mind.

||| and there will be more to come !

You might see other tags, but those are more for personal classification uses lol.

DNI: I block freely. I have no list. Don't take it too personally.

⟡ I hope you enjoy your stay here !

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Under the guise of the moonlight;

Where the trees are bonded to soil.

There's someone who lacks knowledge,

Asks for help about his choice.

Under the green of the leaves,

Sits a quite peculiar tree.

Where three people and their loved ones,

Wander around it to be free.

A fiery red and gorgeous dark,

Wait for the white to come along.

Their lookout and their shield,

Protect the blade used to heal and guide.

There in the depths of the forest,

echoes of knowledge ran on about.

Of people,places,things and phases,

words of truth that are hard to spout.

There in the depths of the forest,

run those who ask for help.

There in the depths of the forest ,

the gullible and rude get escorted out.

Under the bright light of the moon,

Where the green forms a big coocoon,

Where the reds and the browns blend so seamlessly with the lights.

There hides knowledge about life, ones need to access for their plights

There hides three children with a quest, two who have chosen it themselves.

When you hear the laughs of ones, who you recognize as young,

Heed their warning and their pleas, away from this side please.

And when the roars keep on and on,

Rest assured you're not alone,

For the three answer every call, be it man or be it not.

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Not in ink,

not in grafite,

not even in the pixels of my device.

The beauty of the things I love,

of the things that move

of the things that do not.

Everyday as my finger swipes down i see it,

colors exciting, contrasts achieved,

environment captured with ease.

Everyday as my eyes read and see,

stories told, and words weaved,

characters that grow, worlds that glow.

Everyday my heart and hands;

They both ache.

For all my fingers do,

is hesitate.

For all my eyes do,

Is see my mistakes.

For all my mind can do, is decimate.

The rhyming seemed to stop,

Always too high, always too low.

The words seemed to cease,

Sometimes they're stuck, sometimes they're wrong.

The blue felt so blinding,

But the pink was so alluring.

So pink inside the blue,

Please don't stop with your rhyming.