

s.p.i.t.Our silhouettes are kissing But our lips aren’t touching.s.p.i.t.
Patiently she stood,
Gazing down upon the Small creek below, Iced over and dusted With powdery snow. Freezing bare dry hand Clutch the banister of Wood so tightly, a Splinter penetrates her Flesh and two red drops Materialize on the ice below.
Howling, cry out to the atmosphere around you.
You blink. Suddenly shards of glass Are penetrating your feeble
Heart;
They tear through your chest Without remorse, crimson rain
Pours upon w


An Unorthodox CrucifixionMy finger nails, my Talon-like, seductive Razor-sharp nails dug deep Into the fleshy Recesses of my palm. A stream of crimson Trickles down my forearm; It’s beautiful; it’s real. Half moons tattoo this skin, Every scar tells of Its own separate tragedy. Can you not see my wounds? Stigmata girl, clutching my Thrift-store rosary and Muttering Hail Mary’s under My breath. Certain that I Have been noticed, I raise injured hands To the sky and shout My sins to the gods Above. I cry, I beg, I plead for my salvation. YeAn Unorthodox Crucifixion


Blow to the Head 3 AMEmpty promises blow Like a wish. Three years old, Extinguishing birthday candles; But the doctors can’t Save that memory. Electronic shocks wipe clean The slate of a tangled mind. Blind clean light. Bright sunlight streaming Through the air presents The soft snow petals of Dreams floating past. hovering before glazed eyes. open jaws gasp; wounded And claw, struggle. The battered web cluttering All focus of heart soul and mind. This kaleidoscope vision; god, make it end. Can you not see it, the remains Of a life driftinBlow to the Head 3 AM
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Artworks currently for sale [link]
Commissions considered, please note me.
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If secrets were bricks, I'd build a wall.
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i love the sound of my camera
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RawEm0tion
Much appreciated!
Its nice to get recognition for something you work hard on.
Su-fi!
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Ducard:
Criminals thrive on the indulgence of society's understanding.
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Spiffs
- "I was thinking about you. There was something I forgot to say, I was crying on Saturday night."
- Misfits, Saturday Night
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Spiffs
- "I was thinking about you. There was something I forgot to say, I was crying on Saturday night."
- Misfits, Saturday Night
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Ahem.
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If secrets were bricks, I'd build a wall.
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