1. Two gods
    One stands up high
    A bounce to his step
    An arrogance to his voice
    Beyond all else bored
    Speaking to a rhythm
    Speaking to himself
    Speaking to anyone who’ll listen
    Wearing coats of many colors
    Tattered long past repair
    But still warm
    And still bright
    He feels like a god when he says “yes”
    And all the people play along

    The other sits down low
    She’s got purpose
    At least I think
    And I’ve never heard her voice
    Her mind is a web
    Where you will be trapped, fucked, and eaten
    Dragging bodies back to caverns
    Feeling small and painting all the walls
    Sucking the sinew out of styrofoam bones
    She feels like a god when she does this
    And all the people have no idea

    They never meet
    Thank god
    They never meet
    -

    I don’t know, I had a nightmare so I wrote about it, that’s all there is to this one, no deeper meaning or nothing. I guess I’ll try to go back to sleep now.

  2. Ten of twenty nine images I did for someone’s poetry. I’ll link to them all when he hosts it.

  3. My biggest fear is that the first time I have sex ends up like the first time I played Street Fighter: Boring for the other person, terrifying for me, and over in about fifteen seconds.

  4. Poetry is a wonderful medium.

    Whereas most art advances with technology, visual art developing dyes and canvases and even computer programs, music inventing electric guitars and synthesizers and recording, poetry evolves behind language. Poetry is as accessible and versatile as the language it’s in, and as spelling and meaning changes, and as new words are created and others fall out of vogue, poetry changes with it, for better or for worse.

    Poetry cannot be appreciated by someone who doesn’t speak the language it’s in, nowhere is this more apparent than in the haiku, where when translated it almost always ceases to be a haiku. In that right poetry is possibly the most culturally specific artistic medium, since to be understood by the non native speaker, it must lose some of its value.

    Poetry is the art of bending an ever evolving set of rules and sounds decided upon by a hive mind of all the people who ever spoke your language into something beautiful.

    Poetry is not just art, it’s a love letter to everyone in the past who unknowingly helped to build the canvas on to which all this beauty is written and spoken.

  5. I’m so cultured and funny! HAHAHA, I’m stupid.

    I’m so cultured and funny! HAHAHA, I’m stupid.

  6. Who would have thought that hard work, exercise, eating better, and examining what makes me unhappy could help with my depression? Believe it or not for the first time in a long time I have self confidence, motivation, and just plain ol gosh dang happiness! I seriously can’t believe it’s working! I made a conscious effort to combat my depression and it’s working! I’m excited.

  7. I THINK A GIRL LIKES ME WHAT DO I DO? SHOULD I TALK ABOUT BUTTS? I SHOULD TALK ABOUT BUTTS RIGHT?

  8. chocolatecakesandthickmilkshakes:

Very correct and to do less would mean you’re not paying attention.

    chocolatecakesandthickmilkshakes:

    Very correct and to do less would mean you’re not paying attention.

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  9. My life has been open books and blank pages

    Canvases primed white ready for exteriors

    And every color bright to black at my side

    Ready for words about all the forms of light

    Freedom to create and freedom to destroy

    As I will, as I was, and as I am, it’s always freedom

    Interiors forced with shade upon shade of black

    And twist pretty words into terrifying threats

    I was given two hands and no rules

    So they wander long past sunrise till I’m exhausted

    And all that I have left for them is boasting

    Thoughts curve in spirals endlessly

    And I will bite the one who tries to stop them

    But my physical path is disturbed

    From the straight lines into sine waves into static

    I beg only for control over myself

    So I write love letters to the hands around my neck

    And songs to all the ropes around my wrists

    And poetry to every time it really hurt

    And all my self portraits are painted over

    With images of things that really matter.

    _

    Poetry! Cause I’m boring like that and all I do is write poetry. This one is an exploration of both my rejection of authority and my desire to be controlled, seemingly being at odds with one another. I like it honestly, I think I did good this time.

  10. PIXEL ART
This is my first time trying to do pixel art and I really like how it turned out. I did it for an EDM artist called Noxial, you can check out his SoundCloud here: https://soundcloud.com/noxialsounds

    PIXEL ART

    This is my first time trying to do pixel art and I really like how it turned out. I did it for an EDM artist called Noxial, you can check out his SoundCloud here: https://soundcloud.com/noxialsounds

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