There seems to be a faith sized ho… Party, drink ignore your grim real… This may just be a theory but stil… It amazes me how no one else is wi… A master of deception,

.... The picture of silent suffering is… Because, the paint drips down from… And the colors spread like the fee… Because, paintings only speak to t…

I got tired of the devil knock..knock..knocking on my door so i gave him a key. My friends say he’s a bad influence on me, but i think he wasn’t an influence at all, it was through the ...

With lead legs I feel the weight… Hesitant to move forward. My cold hands shake As I messily write down my though… But this print couldn’t be more fi…

Stuck in the middle of an argument, the room is getting filled with anger and frustration. I am feeling claustrophobic. A lump in my throat is making it hard to speak, all I can do is l...

Eyes dead Sunken head He doesn’t walk, but marches Broken pledge With nothing said

Creative inspiration never beckons… We pick up the phone, but don’t ha… Like a soft wind on which we lay o… As the ink gets swept away by the… And so we wait for the call

I was taking the city bus to school one day, as I always do, and on this hour long commute I came across a boy. I’d say he was about 12 years old. Like most kids these days, he had a fa...

You and I are like trees We, look up at the sky But are tied to the earth We are dreamers But our dreams make us hurt