Reply with a drawing or poem. I want to see some art bad or good.
What right gives you reason to cry. When does your mind escape itself and find it all over again.
How are you strong enough to conquer even the battle within.
Who do you pretend to be when all of you is lost.
Where does your heart go when they scream your death sentence.
Why are you conscious for only this life.
Your question is not proceeded by an answer.
Your question will not hollow in the root of all creation, even if that is your wish.
Your question will not commend your freedom as a god.
Your question, if any, will be followed by truth.
Truth alone will silence screams of curiosity.
Truth will quiet my mind.
You are the truth, and you will set me free.
First, you must look.
This road you walk, you cannot even stand on.
i entered a caricature competition 3 years ago and submitted a Van Gogh caricature and lost. Some guy who did an Einstein caricature won. after i lost i did this Beethoven one for practice.
A bad poem :
O L-theanine my over the counter supplement,
They said there would be no withdrawal,
If I quit taking you,
They were wrong.
Haven’t written for ages. So most likely have posted this before.
What is this pain I feel?
What is this pain I feel?
That takes hold of me!
From time to time.
A blackness that engulfs me.
Hollow from the inside.
Yet sometimes it just seems,
Like it never happened.
I glide among my peers,
With wit and charm.
Like I belong.
The weeks flow among the rest.
When a voice turns.
That’s not right.
What you did the other day.
My confusion begins.
Chaos burns.
As I struggle and fall.
Just trying to stay ahead.
Just trying to stay a float.
Until I wake.
Shadows of what I have done.
The mistakes I have found.
Beyond the expected norm.
The faces always talk.
The blame is directed towards me.
As I sink and think.
About why I’m like this.
Thoughts become dark.
Light doesn’t shine anymore.
I realize I’m alone.
What is this pain I feel?
That takes hold of me!
From time to time.
A blackness that engulfs me.
Hollow from the inside.
A poem I wrote a while back in the hospital.
What’s in the pill? What’s in the pill? Why does it make us seem unable to feel? It may be dangerous but is it a good deal? What’s in the pill? What’s in the pill?
Forgot to write it before in my topic.
It IS a monster!
Hahahaha oh my god I didn’t even notice that while I was fixing it
What game is that by the way?
Dead Space. I love that series. You play an engineer who’s stuck on a space ship during an alien outbreak
You’re really good at drawing faces. I can’t draw them very well.