I've been working at an awesome place for the last six months...and I'm dating someone I really love. Life is good in most ways...Except I've completely stopped drawing. I can't seem to find inspiration or time... Oh well.


As yet untitled...Crimson and Scarlet You bedeck the wallsAs yet untitled...
You lay out words -Made of flint- On the carpet
Trapped in innocence They think But of course, It’s never true
To see the world With cleansed eyes
To feel pain And happiness With every breath
That should be life That should be death No ropes of misery No blades of sorrow
Just you And yourself
No opinions No wise-cracks Just self-perspective
So much better To lay your soul out On those Crimson, Scarle
Pose

Your CornerIn the corner sits a boy, his knees to his chest. Listening to the voices.Your Corner
Trying to focus on his own breathing he picks at the lint on the carpet. Shutting his eyes hard he forces back the tears, only a single one escapes. The tear burns his skin as it lands, enforcing his resolve not to cry. There is a momentary lull; a foreboding silence.
Erupts the anger again. A shiver runs up his back, as the winters night chill makes its presence felt. Clenching teeth harder, picking faster, the boy in the corner sits.
Light from the hallway pokes its pointy prongs around the do


Eternity and Burnt ToastHow can I ignore each soulEternity and Burnt Toast
That holds inherent eternity
Potential of the highest call
Or despair of deepest grief
A cosmic reality that stretches
As deepest calling unto deep
And yet I complain
About my burnt toast
And my sore throat
And my ink that runs dry
Like paper-thin gauze that covers
Stuck taut across my cheeks
Pin hole light, dampened breath
And limited oxygen supplies
Gasping for air-not-of-this-world
Tired r
by `angelcurls
by *noah-kh
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