|I drew this for my Dom the other night and he loved it. I'm working on other art as well, this one was just a little easier to draw.|
Seriously, stopPlease, I am begging any shred of decency that you might have in your body to stop making me feel this way. I am so tired of it, I never thought that I could be pushed so far and into the dark thoughts that you inspire in me. I'm not an object waiting to be claimed, I am not piece of side action that you can put on hold for whoever you deem you are in love with at the time. I am person, I have feelings, so please please stop pushing me because I dont know how much farther I can go... If you care about me a single ounce then you will recognize my feelings. If not the blood is on your hands.Seriously, stop by GabbyPhoenix
Something about talentI've always disliked the term "talented".Something about talent by DamaiMikaz
It implies that things come to you naturally and without any effort, while in reality the people that are considered extremely talented rarely get to the top without any practice. And the 'rarely' is an understatement. I've never seen anyone reach the top without effort. Not ever. I dislike how 'not having talent' is often used as an excuse for not being good at something, while in reality the only real reason that keeps people from accomplishing things is not working hard enough for it. And sure, not working hard enough can have its reasons. Very valid reasons like having different priority's in life, not having enough time next to your school, job or family life, or even battling an illness. It doesn't change the fact that you're capable of doing it.
I always tend to compare art (or any craft in that matter) with running a marathon. Anyone that's not severely handicapped could run a marathon, but it takes a lot of dedication
Past wish...From all the suppression from others.Past wish... by Monkey8920
I remain in depression, all the valor left me no malor.
There for I am mute, and shoot away the sadness.
If I die. I'll die in vain holding a wolf's fang.
Any concord, I had made turned into discord.
All my friends, from my past died last.
I pray night and day, but there is no light to give me might.
When my rage is done, and dead.
Dreading to turn the page.
I hear a train, but it's drowned out by the rain.
I stand on the track. My back to the on coming train.
I hear a raven guiding me to a safe haven.
To lay my soul to rest breathing out my last breath.
Passing from this world that has no hold on my soul.
|I'm trying to become a better writer and artist. My skills as both are not the best I in the world but I keep trying. To push on and make yourself do the things that you not sure you want to do is a must to progress and succeed.|