Feature, January 2013AMAZING ARTWORKSMore Like This
A Friend Indeed by Phatpuppyart-Studios
Freedom by neverdying
Paradise Place by Sad-Cat
Scorched earth by arcipello
And Winter Came... by Corvinerium
Day 326 of my 366 Drawing Project by secrets-of-the-pen
Christmas Night. Magic scene with flying Santa by AlexandraF
Somewhere In Space by Dani-Owergoor
Without Reservation by anndr
Sun Palace by Aeternum-Art
Congratulations to all!
MY LASTEST ARTWORKS
Nox Panther by RazielMB
I have the Power by RazielMB
The Awakening ~ Special Edition Nebula by RazielMB
Fire Blood by RazielMB
Sanity is for chumps.Do you ever just..More Like This
A gentle breeze can set just the right mood for a summer day as it cools
one's skin off with this Sun's rays heating it in equal competition.
Too cold? Grab a pullover.
Warmer than you wanted it to be? Take it off then.
An easily adaptable circumstance in most cases, especially when there are
not multiple bullets missing your body by mere millimeters and you can't
spare a second to wipe the sweat off your brow as you are dashing for near
Do you ever just..
It is a wonder how the world operates currently. In one location a Saudi
Arabian man barely gets through his day with the ragged clothes he wears,
a mind focused mainly on surviving the next night, an empty stomach, and a
Heineken bottle cap in his left pocket from last week. In another area there
is a Caucasian man who sits in his cubicle on the twenty-third floor, one
leg over the other, biting the eraser end of his pencil as he debates in
his head over whether he should go out with his buddies late
The Nobility of SufferingThe streets are paved with depressionMore Like This
The sky is clouded with anxiety
Anxiety is wrapped in black leather
Cigarettes swiftly sweep away suspicious stares
Glimpses of weakness
The beast that would tear the world apart
Yet trembles at the sight of kindness
Dread infects memories of sincere intimacy and the dissolution of self
Chasing them through intellectual labyrinths and unspoken epiphanies
Petrified at the thought of revealing delusion
Demonizing mental institutions to conceal the pride that is the true sting of psychosis
Carrying the mixed bag of my tradition over my shoulder
Wandering through familiar apartments and dim-lit streets at night
Dead in their monotonous stability
Dissolving into the architecture of the city
When occasionally not dissolved in chronic concern
Me? The what?
The hero or the coward?
The genius or the disabled?
The free or the constricted?
The admired or the despised?
None of those, yet all.
I am lost because I know where I am.
Life stutters like an interrupt
The Black SaxHow to decipher the hieroglyphs of reason into sexMore Like This
How to dissolve the spirals of intellect into potatoes
Sexy is the dance of that which is
Potatoes are peeled without contemplation of God
The saxophone roars and cries and becomes the epicenter of divine explosion in the night
A quake that trembles through the vaginas of multitudes of women at the rhythm of their Goddess
Where no rhyme constricts me, I feel at home
Through the pine trees I walk up to a dome
In good company yet I am helpless and alone
Forever chasing the horizon where the sun once shone
Are these vague words my liberation from the game?
The game that fascinates them and bores me
The game that produces all that before thee
Perhaps the play unfolds justly when the tolls of malice are even
Perhaps I say you told muesli tempts the rolls of Alice. War. Steven.
Have you heard? I was walking down the street with my two imaginary friends, one of which was dead and the other alive. We had been discussing the intellectual underp
The GameLooking for an excuse to light another cigaretteMore Like This
I'm running out of words that rhyme with '-ette'
Can't sleep unless I'm not supposed to
Can't speak of things you're not opposed to
Playing the game but reality shines through
Still the very same thing I set my mind to
Escape from a circle of footprints fading in the snow
Find my own way through the woods I have to go through
Vicodin.Oh, Vicodin.More Like This
You're my best friend.
Make me high;
Make me numb.
Make me dumb.
Make me forget
Make me happy.
My Comfort.There is no end in sight,More Like This
and nothing will ever be all right.
All I see is this darkness that has swallowed me whole;
it has completely consumed my soul.
I'm not sure how to end this,
but I think I'll just wallow and dismiss.