|The fellas from the Achievement Hunter branch of Rooster Teeth Productions. A fanart series I vowed to do, and somehow managed to complete!|
|Just like, my art ya know?|
RoadkillLeft for dead on the side of the road,
I find myself wondering
Just how long I'll be here
Before someone chances across me
And believes me to be more than a dead slab of meat
Unfortunately I reek,
Of a thousand rotting corpses,
And no one in this world,
Would dare hazard me a glance,
Because I'm far gone as far as they're concerned
The rain starts falling,
In a dreary slant of a downpour,
Washing from me all hope of salvation,
Pulling me into a stream of sorrow,
Dragging me from my home on the side of the road
The stream of sorrow drags me further along,
Further away from the home I once loved,
Into the outskirts of where I wish not to be,
And all I can think is that I'll be forever alone,
Decomposing slowly in a gruesome mess of blood and guts
I can't even tell you what I am anymore;
My body is disfigured; my face chewed off by crows,
The weather carries away my limbs,
The sun boils my flesh and fades the beige of my bones,
Until you can't even tell that I am road kill.
Fear MeHowl to the moon and tear you to shreds,
Disembody your figure and bite off your head.
Flesh in my teeth and blood on the ground,
Listening for screamers, straining for sound.
Clawing the earth for sign of a meal,
Following your footsteps, hot on your heel,
Lying in wait in the shadows of night,
Never again safe, under shining moon light.
Fear the werewolf
'Murderer'On your tombstone, I'll bleed
My ParanoiaIt's almost as though,
The very eyes of the universe,
Follow me where I walk
It's almost as though
They watch me,
Seeking out my secrets,
And planning my destruction.
It's almost as though,
The voices that accompany me,
Seek only to cause pain,
To torment me,
And terrify my life.
It's almost as though,
Every man for himself,
Stands on my shoulder,
It's like thisIt's like this;
I DON'T CARE
So shut up.
Destiny. Fate. ChoiceDestiny was said to have lead you,
Unto what you had in store.
You weren't eligible to decide your own path,
It was destiny's choice.
And you did just what they said.
But does destiny really exist?
Does it compel you along?
Does it help you along?
Or do you write your own future?
Fate and destiny are the same thing,
The same person.
The same governing democracy.
Where only the two voted.
I don't put my life down to fate,
I make my decisions.
I make my own choices.
Does destiny really want me to fail?
Does it want me to succeed?
Night Time Fell And when night time fell,
as did I.
Because I couldn't
Where I was
An Orc In The ShireMan belongs to a heightened
A vast array of knowledge,
But beyond the glittering,
And the wild life of the land,
Lies a deathly man,
He is Industry.
Industry sits there,
Heaving his great lungs,
The lungs of a smoker.
He sits in the distance,
Puffing his pipe,
In amongst the fauna,
Of the landscape,
And he destroys.
Constantly, for years,
While his servants feed his pipe,
And flick his switches.
He is the most toxic of all,
I Had It You Got It He Has ItFirst it got my Mum,
And then it got my son.
It then got my husband,
And it had only just begun.
It was passed onto my Uncle,
Who gave it to his friend,
She gave it to her boyfriend Max,
And it was never going to end.
Max gave it to his sister,
Who passed it to her Nan.
She passed it to her landlord Alf,
He took it and then he ran.
Alf passed it to his neighbour,
Who passed it to his dog,
The dog passed it to his feline friend,
Who gave it to the frog.
The frog met a princess,
And passed it on to her.
She passed it to a dying witch,
Who gave it to a sir.
Sir gave it to his kitchen maid,
Who gave it to the Queen,
She passed it to her husband,
And got lost somewhere in between.
The King passed it to his jester,
Who passed it to some guy,
The bloke passed it to a common man,
Who fell to the ground to cry.
The common man gave it to his Mum,
Who gave it to someone bald.
He gave it to his nephew John,
The last to catch the cold.
Bored And Random PoemIt's a purple rhinoceros,
An orange deer.
The cup is empty,
I drank all the beer.
The glass plate shattered,
The rain fell down.
I would have smiled,
But I'm too lazy to frown.
Don't call me Ishmael!
I'll go down with a fight.
Who cares if you're right?
I'm a random poem!
I'm a tree and a maze.
Don't jump on my back,
Sheep eating maise.
Dogs and cats,
A black fish and two dice.
A dodgy red pen,
And a head full of lice.
Go eat a pie,
Suck on a straw.
Your doggy wants more!
I'm going to go now,
My attention is thin.
This poem was random,
My truth lies therein.
The Rage Of TrainsThe rage of the train
Matched the rage in their hearts.
It had started off so well,
The feelings like that of two school children,
Fancying each other from a distance,
But as the relationship grew,
So did the rage.
Their first kiss had been bliss,
Their tongues skirting the outskirts of each lip,
Their eyes closed, imagining the impossible,
But as time was lost,
So was the love.
They were a fairytale pair,
A modern day Romeo in love with his Juliet,
PedestalYour hair is perfect,
Pristine and gleaming.
Your eyes are gorgeous,
Great blue oceanic orbs.
Your face is beautiful,
Toned skin and rosy cheeks.
Your clothes are designer,
Elegant and unique.
Your shoes are astonishing,
High heeled and glittering.
Your accessories are fabulous,
Antique and accentuating.
Your friends are the same,
Glittered up and beautiful.
Your family is eccentric,
Gorgeous like you.
Your friends are only pigeons,
Wanting to be like you.
Your beauty is an illusion,
Cosmetics and pretty clothes.
Who are you kidding?
You belong on a pedestal.
Fight of the Year2 Teams are playing,
Autumn Vs. Spring.
1st quarter is now,
which team will win?
Spring's got the ball,
Autumn comes in hard.
They need to put in,
The extra few yards.
To the ground.
Two goals to both,
scores are a tie.
Three quarters to go,
All players are high.
At this time.
Spring's in the lead,
Four goals to three,
Half time is here,
Who'll win? Wait 'n' see.
For this round.
Third quarter is fin,
One quarter to go,
The score at this time,
Is six goals to four.
The game is won,
Spring came out on top.
They won by two goals,
That isn't a lot.
Upside-Down and BackwardsLate at night in the middle of the day,
A legless old lady walked away.
A blind man saw her and said 'I see'
'You have no legs above the knee'
A deaf man heard what's going on,
and said 'I heard that something's wrong.'
A man without a tongue came by,
And said to them 'Well, my oh my.'
'How awful it is to have no legs,'
'But that person there has got no neck!'
The poor old soul was twelve years old,
He had no neck, or so he was told.
He said 'My throat is rather sore,'
'My Adams apple is quite a bore!'
'Look at that!' The dumb man cried,
'Look at what?' The deaf replied.
'Over there; behind the fence,'
'Is some old man witout a head!'
'Oh my God!' Dumb man said,
As he watched the man turn red.
'I need a rest; my legs are sore,'
Said tha lady who started it all.
'I can't imagine what I'd do.'
Said headless man; 'Not a clue.'
'I can see with my two eyes,'
Blind man said 'I'd rather die'
'I agree, my nose is itchy,'
Headless said 'It's rather bitchy'
A man walks by and says 'How do you do
Well I'm a young Australian born and bred artist. I enjoy drawing, reading and writing (and, when I can be bothered, I try my hand at digital art).
I'm 20 years of age. (Whoa, I'm actually 22 now) [and now 24].
I have my Certificate IV in Visual Arts.
I love music, no matter what it is.
Gaming somehow rules my life, while not distracting me from the other important areas.
If there are zombies, it's a good night in.
If you have any questions at all, just drop me a note and I'll get to replying as soon as I am able.