DrawingYou people will have to suffer with my writing and pixel art for now >:3
I thinkI am one who prances about Singing merrily, with or without a cause. Take my hand and skip with me. Merry and happy and carefree we'll be.I think
I am one who stalks the land Tearing the hearts that hold my hand with love. Lay with me, I'll take away your pain. After tonight you'll never see me again.
I am one who longs for affection Begging and pleading for eternal love in my heart. Walk romantically down the beach And become enchanted by my speech.
I am one who preys on lives, Ripping their throats with my teeth, like knives. Give me a pure, yo
Of breeze, bees, and flowersOf all beauty displaced in the world, It could only reside inside of you Along with all love in the world too Like the prize of some divine dice game rolled. So much love I have imbued unto you! My love is your sunrise to give you light, My love's a sunset for your rest at night All these things and more, for you I imbue. In your compassion I am a flower, In your wrath I am a fast, killer wasp. If another smells me, I will sting her I wish to only be held in your grasp. Late at night when you wake from a nightmare &nbsOf breeze, bees, and flowers
Art isAn expression of talent, Or rather, of emotion, An intricate, malleable Display of devotion.Art is
Something to look at, To hear or feel, Something to distract you From what is real.
It varies from persons What is taken. No one decides Another's mistaken.
I see a tree Withering away, You see a child Too scared to stay.
I'm asked why the tree Can't instead be "innocence." It is simply because I do not feel it in that sense.
It could be life, or God, or children, or love, But perhaps all I s
ROYGBPII've had no light since eleven yesterday I've had to go outside in the pouring rain A light leapt out of the incessant whirlpool Seven colored digits flocked around the spool They say "Give me a key of gradient sepia," "Give me the screen of malevolence,"ROYGBPI
My rucksack's empty and I can't make out The switch for the lights to end their shouts: "Where is the feast we were promised?" "Can I come back as a beetle?" "I can't answer you," I screamed into the void, Black shrouded me as I sung the dirge.
Lights of the sky, take your leave of me, Join your brothers ab
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Daily Needs
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-The below statement is true.
-The above statement is false.
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The fence around your garden won't keep the sky from falling (Silver Mt. Zion)
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-The below statement is true.
-The above statement is false.
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"Hey Kid, dieing is the easiest part.
It's the People who are left behind who have the hardest part"
- my grandfather Fred Meyer. R.I.P
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This is the Devil that you Kiss ♪♫
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