Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
About Varied / Hobbyist Imanya Alam21/Female/United Kingdom Recent Activity
Deviant for 5 Years
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 224 Deviations 5,844 Comments 23,900 Pageviews

Newest Deviations


Imanya Alam
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United Kingdom
Above are a bunch of words I seem to use a lot in my writing. (Among others) v.v

I've never been very good at talking about myself. But, what I can say is that everyone of us is constantly changing, growing, and learning. And so, I am as well, and the best way to get to know someone is talking to them I believe. That, or you could read all the things I've written, the things I've drawn, and maybe a few embarrassing journals as well. (If they stay up long enough that is. :lol:)

If you've ever favourited one of my deviations, thank you ever so much. :love: It's truly appreciated. I used to thank everyone for each one but I haven't really been able to keep up with it, so here's my solution. Also, if I end up watching you or favouriting something of yours, it's not just in return, but because I think it's worthwhile. :heart:

Here are some people you should definitely go check out. :heart: (In no particular order)

:iconrovanna: :icondreamfutureais: :icontirasunil: :iconblakecurran: :iconrin95: :iconhypermagical: :iconpeaseblossoms: :iconkhaimin:
:iconsycamoresea: :iconivanradev: :icontoffeesmile: :iconluminescent0513: :iconcreativelycliche: :iconinnoctemn: :iconstarlightcomet: :iconmatieucanadawilliams:

Recent Songs (02/10/15):
Etherwood - Cast Away
Hanae - Kamisama Onegai
CloZee - Koto
SHINee - Married To The Music
Mark Eliyahu - Journey
Adventure Club - Limitless (feat. Delaney Jane)
Feint - We Won't Be Alone (feat. Laura Brehm)
TroyBoi - On My Own (feat. Nefera)

My music tastes are all over the place, so you'll probably find something (relatively) weird in there every now and then. If I actually share it. :XD:

Some features that made me ridiculously happy. (Thank you so very much to those of you who have included my work in journal features every now and then. :love:)


CrossroadsShe's at a crossroad again.
If she recalled correctly, then this was the fourth time in her entire life. She tentatively places a foot forward, on to the cool glass. Decisions were never my strong point, she thinks. Knowing that this could take anywhere between an hour to a few days, she takes off the bulky coat, spreading it out before taking a seat in the middle of the cross-section. There weren't going to be any passers-by after all.
Wait. I've...I've never looked back.
The thought crosses her mind for less than a second, but it clutches onto the messy vines inside her head and before she can stop herself, she's turning her head around looking over her shoulder and gazing into the mist-filled street. It's murky, grey, dark, and filled with heavy rain.
Why have I never looked back?
She doesn't know if that's really a question, or if it's something she's asking herself, but she definitely finds the confusion that comes with the thought loathsome, at best. Deciding


Definite.There's no control in her movements.
It's the suggestion.
An illusory

she thinks,
from the seams of wards
around her words
a secretive glance
sent to fly
up and high
on feathers
dancing in their frailty
as they land in her hair.
Shards-her heart was attached to a string,
being tugged along day-by-day and
she thought that maybe, it's been
passed one too many times and
by the fires of every hand that's
touched the other end, even the
smallest whispers of a brush
have left the tips of her eyelashes
and the string's lying abandoned
again, in the open space that she
might as well have been blind to
there's only so many senses she
can use before they're exhausted
only so many currents of emotion
she can allow herself to drown in
before her heart and it's shell are
in shreds
hanging like glass shards-

train problems and solutionsProblem one.
You're nowhere near your room.
Problem two.
The girl next to you is incessant in her chatter of 'Oh my god, so like-'.
You quickly drown this out, and fish around the various objects in your purse for your headphones, hoping that you didn't leave them on your desk this morning.
You feel an urge to roll your eyes and sink further into your seat in the corner, forcing enough control on yourself to not slap her silly.
You were cranky.
Problem three.
You're pretty sure that guy in the corner was staring at you a moment ago. To make matters worse, it was through your reflection on the window next to you.
This became horribly apparent when you saw him repeating the motions when you reached the beginning of the tunnel, the sound of your music being drowned out by the noise of the train.
You picture yourself shooing him away, finding the glances all too uncomfortable.
A little creepy too.
Problem four.
There were no other problems, but you were hoping t
Driven by DesolationThe... being stands with its back to her, and she can feel a slight breeze coming from what she knew to be the puzzle pieces it was made from. They moved, rotating every now and then, while maintaining their human like figure, and the pieces showed their various shades of black. As if telling her that this shouldn't be possible. That this thing shouldn't be possible.
But she takes its hand anyway.
The figure doesn't reply, and she doesn't see it, but she knows it turned its head, looking over her shoulder and to the ground in the distance.
"Was all this, really worth it."
There's pain forming in her throat, and somewhere near her heart, because of the implication.
"I...don't know."
"Is this all, because of you?" The puzzle pieces of what looked to be a shadow like arm gestured to the burning city around them, flames searing up towards the dark sky.
She's frightened, because she doesn't know. She isn't sure, and she can't remember.
"I..." Her voice breaks, and she t
Well, this is exactly what the name of this journal suggests. I'll be keeping a list of all my recording from now on, here. For those who want an index of sorts. :heart:

I still haven't managed to improve the quality too much, between my phone and my microphone, the former is much, much better. There are still issues though, but hopefully it's not too bad? :ashamed: (I'll try my best to update them with better quality versions once I'm able to. :heart:)

I think at this point I'm still wondering if this is a good idea or not - but I honestly appreciate all the feedback I received on the first one. :love: Let me know what you think of the two newest ones for now, and any tips, if possible. :heart:

You know, my self-esteem and self-confidence is much better these days. But when it comes to things like this? It's almost non-existent, and always fluctuating. One moment I'll think it's all fine, the next I'll be having a mini-panic at how horrible everything is that I've ever created. ^^; - Another thing which will only be fixed through time, and just continuing to try new things, practising, etc. :dummy:

Flower Bullet (Blue) - F2U!   [45]-and i found you on the ocean floor,
 tied into the vines of a water-
 forest, you lost
 yourself, when the moon
 sunk into the sea, failing to end
 this eternity disguised as nightfall,
 and you chased after a ghost: a ribbon
 of a hundred feet still tethering
 you to the ground
[the world won't end no matter
 how far the moon-shine claws;
 turn, and play dead
 to the words leaving my
 lungs, whispers drowned
 through a time-ca(u)lled-wind]
 the ribbon tore [warnings
 unheeded] and i
 could, not
 help but watch
[your remains went up
 in a puff of smoke, blue,
 icy, cold, frozen, blue; slipped
 through my outstretched, pale-
 gloved fingers, three seconds
 too late]-

Flower Bullet (Blue) - F2U!  [a memory too short to name: forever]Colourless eyes watched as the multitude of ribbons tied around her wrists began to sway, falter, and latch on to hands. Hands belonging to the outline of what should have been a ghost of a memory.
The field was empty, the sun just rising from its long ten-year slumber. The only sound, was of a hesitant wind.
She meant to speak, further, than a single word. A thousand words. A thousand words bottled into a glacial memory, melting all too quickly; the trail left her throat burning, spreading to her eyes, threatening to throw this ship called courage overboard.
It was too frail, too unsteady, on these currents, and she wondered if this was what it felt like to drown. Trying to gasp for just a breath, before frozen fingers, burning like fire, tied themselves around her waist, and pulled.
But her eyes opened again, taking in fairy lights burning like fires across the path, shattering silently, leaving a trail of stardust behind.
Just like this ghost, she never thought she would see
[a memory too short to name: forever]

Flower Bullet (Blue) - F2U!  [11]-and just like
 in the stories
 the rose falls from
 her hand
         but she's still
         (and there's no
 somehow, the ink
 from her favourite
(lying scattered
 around her like
 had seeped
 into her veins
 and with eyes glowing
 a pale ice blue
 she now held
 magic, in her palms
              and really
     the petals blooming
        around her hands
            would always
                 just be

Etherwood - Cast Away
Feint - We Won't Be Alone (feat. Laura Brehm)
Adventure Club - Limitless (feat. Delaney Jane)

AdCast - Ads from the Community


Add a Comment:
PoeticEden Featured By Owner 14 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks so much for the fav!! :D
(1 Reply)
PoesDaughter Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Professional Writer
Thank you for the :+fav: on "The Problem With Mary Sue" :) 
(1 Reply)
luminescent0513 Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
hello :wave:
thank you very much for the favorite :aww:
i hope you have a lovely day,
~lumi :heart:
(1 Reply)
SpiteSireII Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2015
Thanks for the llama, dear. ♥
(1 Reply)
GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2015  Student Writer
Thanks for the fav! :hug:
(1 Reply)
Add a Comment: