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Eyes Open Sometimes I look at youEyes Open by RedBlondie
I look at you and think of everything
Everything you've done to me
My stomach sinks and my heart hurts
But why is it so hard for me to move on?
Forget it all.
You say one thing and I think another
I want to trust you but I don't know
I don't know if I can.
Oh, how I want to trust you.
But my eyes have been opened.
MankindI could never leave this worldMankind by shards-and-stitches
That took my heart's strings and twirled
Them into a cursive piece of art
That reads a message I'd like to impart.
The world is not what brings you down.
It is mankind who will make you drown
Into a pool of your own tears and lies
And try to stifle your desperate cries.
Humans are the destructive fire
That feed only off self-worth and desire.
If we could just open our arms,
It would protect us from future harms.
We need to just sit back and love.
We need to be like the gentle dove
And fly as if nothing will make you weak.
Be strong, yet humble. Be iron, yet meek.
We put more value into the pigment of skin
Than the value we put into our own sins.
We judge and we break each other's minds
Until we just choose to draw the blinds.
We destroy each other until we refuse
To let light in, we get stuck in the blues
Of the world that was perfect and that humans destroyed,
Through bloodlust and greed; we've created a void
That can't be traversed with a spear or a gun
An ApologizeHey guys! I'm going to keep this as short as possible.An Apologize by Mirish
As you might've noticed, I haven't uploaded many stock pictures lately, and I haven't responded to most of your messages to me either.
I always tell myself that I'm going to reply as soon as I see a new message but they keep stacking up and I forget to reply.
I don't know when I will reply to everyone's notes, and I'm so so so sorry for that! I have so much going on everyday. I got sick during October to December. I went to school some days a week but I never got anything done because I was too tired because of my virus. Now I'm good and healthy and I'm trying my hardest to keep up with school. I have a fuller schedule this year and I work out many times a week and I'm rarely ever home, or on my computer anymore. My graduation is coming up and there's so much to be done. I'm also working, while I'm also travelling to different towns looking for more jobs.
I just feel like there's not much time when I can just sit down, relax and re
|A lot of these favorites span across a great deal of styles. The one common thing? the effort, I love artists who give it their best.|
RivalryHello there sir! If I could just show you here,
a painting by none other than myself – glorious!
I have painted for many a rich man like yourself.
Take in my colours, the way the light soars on down
and perfectly lights my subjects face – superb!
I am a perfect candidate for your choosing right here!
Hello good sir, I am but mediocre in this craft
I have little knowledge of drawing the hills, however,
my skills in anatomy and hands are showing through.
Please pick my work, I only strive to improve.
What nonsense this boy speaks! His art is worth nothing.
Compare his forehead to mine, what do you see?
I have lines which show my effort and wisdom, him?
As blank as his mind - you need a real artist
who's art you can hang proudly and not be disgraced!
Look at the canvases alongside and see who is the best!
Excuse me sir, you're not being fair! For you were me once.
My spirit would be lifted, I assure you I am worth-
Come here my good sir, leave this fraud behind.
The So-Called Immortals, Ch. 1The sun rose, and Evelyn Vandergraff died. What a miserable place the desert was.
It was beautiful, of course—especially at dawn, when fire overtook the sky and threatened to turn the whole of the Earth to glass—but it was a grotesque sort of beauty that reminded Evelyn too much of herself. Especially at dawn, when the glass earth beneath her threatened to shatter and swallow her whole.
Nevertheless, the capacious solitude of the desert afforded Evelyn a rare opportunity—dare she say a luxury—and so she left the curtain of her litter open and watched the day begin. Minutes passed, then an hour, and Evelyn indulged herself an ugly smile as the sun baked her pale, frail skin.
A hot breeze blew, heavy with the too-familiar scents of life. The sensation at once snapped Evelyn out of her languor and drove every thought in her mind into a narrow, strangled point. Careful to cover her face with a curtain, she peeked her head out to see a small village approaching on th
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