July Wk. 3 Art Challenge - RAGE

[Ubique]

this challenge is open to any typical form of art or expression, including 2D, 3D, poetry and short stories.

is it the heat that sets him off? is it the other girls wearing next to nothing that triggers her temper? whatever it is that makes them made, let's see some real examples of rage! anger, violence, aggressiveness, manifestations of really strong emotion in the negative!

Main Entry: rage
Part of Speech: noun
Definition: extreme anger
Synonyms: acerbity, acrimony, agitation, animosity, apoplexy, asperity, bitterness, blowup, bluster, choler, convulsion, dander, eruption, exasperation, excitement, explosion, ferment, ferocity, fireworks, frenzy, furor, fury, gall, heat*, hemorrhage, huff, hysterics, indignation, ire, irritation, madness, mania, obsession, outburst, paroxysm, passion, rampage, raving, resentment, spasm, spleen, squall, storm, tantrum, temper, umbrage, uproar, upset, vehemence, violence, wingding, wrath
Notes: ire suggests greater intensity than anger, rage suggests loss of self-control, and fury is destructive rage verging on madness

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[Ylith]

A little something I did in DAZ-4,

I call her WARRIOR-PRINCESS;

[Ubique]

[Saybera]

*VEXATIONS*


Go ahead and look in my window
Throw stones and break the glass
What is inside, only I know
Do you see the future or the past?

The light of my soul warms this house
A dimming flicker of hope’s incandescence
damage my rafters
knock down my doors
throw your dirt on my floors

your trespass will be brief
my light will come from my grief
so go ahead and tear me down
bring me to my knees, tears on the ground

because when I rise again
I will be stronger than before
and when I rise again
YOU will be no more.


So, Do not close your eyes and speak my name,
letting it roll off your tongue in a soft, wishful spell.
You will conjure something into your life
you may not willfully want, need, nor handle.

Do not awaken the sleeping creature of darkness.
She may not do your bidding, you may do hers.
Do not rub my lamp and think I will grant
your every decadent desire.

You are not my master,
and I am not your genie
Do not dictate to me what your conception of perfection is
—I do not believe in that.

Do not glance at me with hopeful interest
For I will casually shoot down your every wish
Do not expect me to be the hopeful, glad tiding bringer
Not when I stand here and give love the finger!

[Eraelabryn]

*edited to show piccy - click on for full-size*

[Tehya]

Rage Against Belson

Tehya always had a smile and the performer would help another, but push Tehya too far and she becomes lethal, simmering, and waiting for the right time. The actress side of her covers that up well and she will wait forever to give back what was dealt. Pretty blue lips can fake a smile perfectly, while rage boils in her blood.

The altercation in the forest trigged that rage more for his fist to the amphitheater horse’s head than the rape, and it will never be forgotten.

The bruises and the fight in the forest, wasn’t just another rape, and she never said oh well I will move on. It was more than a rape…and justice was never served in her eyes, so she waits, plots, and passes by Belson’s Keep often conniving how to get revenge.

A master of disguises; many were written on a list still not deciding which one to use when the time came. She chose unique disguises when patrolling around his Keep, watchful slits for eyes peered through the gates, hid in bushes…learning his routine.

Rage can be stored for a long time until it bursts free in all its glory. She told four people about the incident, two offered to kill him and had the power to be good assassins. Tempting as that sounded she planned on dealing with him herself. Killing would be too quick, and physical pain wasn’t what she sought.

Death wouldn’t make things right or deal the rage that flowed through her veins, but after gathering information she will find a payback using her mind, not magic or weapons. Sometimes a just cause could be dealt with in a way even Belson wouldn’t forget.

Rage has powerful hands, and a mind of its own, crafted for months it only grew stronger like mold in a corner hidden and growing every day. There was a sinful smile on the Sylvan’s lips as she wrote her ideas down in the fire priest’s temple.

After a week of nightmares and finding the mark of a black dragon’s image on her chest, and not knowing where it came from, led her to believe that the dragon creating a drak in her nightmare placed it there or the assailant Belson was a suspect.

Tehya

(Loved the artwork as always and nice poem)

[Augustus]

I hurt... because you're broken.
I am in pain... because i Can't fix you.
I am confused.. because i don't know what to do to make you feel better.
I cry... to imagine life without you.

I rage inside to know what life has handed you.
I rage inside to have no answers.
I rage inside to have to watch you deteriorate.
And i rage inside to have to say goodbye before i should....

[Tehya]

Just had to pop back in here and say that poem and picture was very touching.

Tehya

[Isla]

Augustus.. just.. thank you..

[Ehlanna]

Not my usual style - inspired by both Ubique's pictures that include text, but maunly by Augustus's poem above ...

[Ubique]

these are all just amazing! wow, what a hot topic for people to contribute to! i love this!

[Ehlanna]

<Saybera> THAT is PERFECT for the Rage contest!! Entitle it "You slept with WHO?! YOU BASTARD!"