WEBSITE: www.MorganKennedyPh...
LOCATION: Queens, NY
RECORDS: 195
LATEST RECORD: 11 months ago
JOINED: July 13, 2010
LOCATION: Queens, NY
RECORDS: 195
LATEST RECORD: 11 months ago
JOINED: July 13, 2010
MorganLeigh's Collaborations
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......Even it it is a Monday. I would like to make a collage about the things that would make a perfect day... even if it is Monday. Submit your ideas for what would make, even a Monday, the perfect day! |
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Got the idea after working on the boat troll sketch. Lets make pages of a book that documents the at-one-time existence of mythical things. I attached my first example. We need: -Stories for the mythical things -images for the creature, object, whatever -textures Love how this colab is growing! dont be afraid to think outside the traditional mythical creatures and make up your own! |
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I am going to be going the Summer in the City event on the 16th and I couldn't be more excited. As in pure "Morgan Leigh" form, I have already started to plan my wardrobe for the evening. I got to thinking that what would be missing the most from my ensemble would be a button, broach, ribbon, sticker or some other sort of accessory to wear to the event and show my support. So, I was wondering if we could all could come together and come up with some great accessory ideas like I mentioned about, but by all means if you have any other design ideas, please do share! P.S. I know that we have the online store here, but I am looking for ideas other than the T-Shirt. |
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Lets gather all our love trinkets old and new, young and old. A love trinket can be a memory you would like to share, a poem, a material object....really these special trinkets can come in many shapes and forms. Lets see the LOVE! |
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I am by no means a writer, but I figured I would post this short story I wrote here and see what all the talented people here can do with it! Let's bring it to life! It's a story about a girl who has had her broken one to many times, she decides to take fate into her own hands ... The Anatomy of Fate -Morgan Leigh Kennedy 4:00 AM. The time on the dashboard glowed just as brightly as the distant lights of the city ahead of me. On both sides of the expressway were miles of empty fields. Lonely on the road, we sped along with the speedometer pushing 90. The radio blasted, but yet with the windows down everything seemed silent. She lay asleep in the passenger seat. She always looked so harmless when She slept. It was the only time our tarnishing experiences could not change how She looked to me. Everything that could skew who She was stripped away I and could see the real Her. Beautiful. I was wide awake. As I drove, a million thoughts crossed my mind and a million memories flooded my consciousness. I wasn't sure which one to linger on first. My Ace We danced all night. She loved to dance. I just loved to feel her and the pulse of the music in perfect rhythm. She would kiss me in the center of the dance floor and suddenly everyone around us moved slower. The music became louder. My heart beat faster. It had been three years, but her kiss never lost its flavor. It was during these times that She could look me in the eyes and see past all that tarnished me. She loved me in those moments and I felt like She was the only one who could save me. She led me to the bathroom. She smiled at me deviously and she gently pulled me into the stall. Without any words She kissed me up against the illustrated wall. We could still hear the music from the outside booming into our confinement and accompanying our movements. I held my breath. The beat of the techno pounded in my head stirring my unconscious up to my forefront in pictorial form. More effective than hypnosis, more potent than therapy… my soul was saved. The Day the Earth Stood Still We sat facing each other, Indian style on the pavement of His grandmother's driveway. I could hear the muffled voices of His friends messing around in the parking lot of the funeral home across the street. Although He still had the same face that I looked at lovingly for seven years, somehow, now, it seemed distorted. As he moved His lips and said the words that would destroy years of commitment and dreams His face seemed to melt through the filter of my tears. The echo of His friend's cackling laughs rose above my screams of abandonment, mocking how I begged for Him to not leave. I don't remember leaving His grandmother’s house that day. I don't remember what He looked like as He walked away. I don't remember if He kissed me goodbye. All I remember was those few shattering moments and then the rest goes black. Staying Grounded Isn't What It’s All Cracked Up To Be We walked into the bar and all heads turned. We looked like a million bucks that night and our connection caused sparks that the whole room could see. Consequently, we caught the attention of The Other Woman. We had known The Other Woman from a brief night out in the city a few months prior. She and Her had remained acquainted though sporadic text, but till that point it had ended there. I was friendly, holding my composure as The Other Woman made it obvious that she was moving in on Her. I grabbed Her arm and we moved to the dance floor. We kissed as we always did when the music grabbed our souls. A friend tapped my shoulder and tearfully asks for some of my time so that we could speak. I stepped away for only a moment to attend to my woeful friend. When I returned The Other Woman had already attached to her. Their lips locked just as mine had been with Hers for so many years. In my space. Stealing my soulful connection. With shattered bits of heart, I took her outside to talk. In a familiar scene, her face began to change as the words left her lips that broke years of commitment and dreams. However, this time I shed no tears. I held my composure trying to bargain with the stranger in front of me not to leave, but, alas, there would be no soul saving tonight. Suddenly Emerging With Grace – 4:34 AM What was once an all too familiar chest pang has dissipated into the night air. The visions of twisted faces that belonged to my former loyal lovers have deserted me. I can finally breathe. I know where we are heading. A destination far from where we once were. Far from the broken promises and far from the streets that cradled ghastly memories so permanently. I knew She would be stunned once She awoke. My surprise getaway will be a spontaneous move not easily looked over. She had been asleep for 11 hours now. She will wake up soon and I cannot wait to tell her the boarder is far behind us. She had always wanted to travel. I think she may have wanted to say goodbye to family, but there was no time for that. Besides, I think it is much more romantic like this. I know she will kiss me again and She will no longer be a stranger. My soul will be saved again. |
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