Of the life you live
Of the shadow you cast
Of the things that hurt
Of the troubles that take over the world
Of the world as it spins
Of the place you love
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Poetry: 2 points
Short Stories: 3 points
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So this is some of my writing.... PLEASE READ IT!!!!...... I've been working very hard on it and for some pieces I still am... Comment, watch, tell your friends, do whatever you want...TRYNG NOT TO TYPE IN TEXT MODE IS HARD.. And whatever you do, don't forget to leave a comment with what you think about a story or piece. I appreciate critiquing just as long as its not harsh or mean.
Also as you can tell I love to write and I'm getting better as time goes on. Take a quick browse through my gallery and check out the difference between my new art and my old. I dare you!! I hope you take the time to look at me friend's pages up above. I also hope you favorite, comment, and watch and I'll do the same. If you have any questions about me or my writing. Or anything else for a matter of fact, just ask or send me a note!
|This is little poem I wrote in the car and I thought I would share it with you This is also where I usually put one of my favorite pieces of writing!!!! I hope you like it!|
Dependent on the White PillDependent on a White Pill:
Here I lie again tonight staring at the cracks in the ceiling
I'm afraid that I must bring to light these emotions that I am feeling...
Have you ever met a man like me: calm, composed and elegant?
Or are you one of the many dummies, living in a world that is decadent?
Oh I know how this society works, believe me I have suffered since birth!
I have always been treated as a worthless pariah, starting on June the first...
My fated birthday, a joyless occassion, the date of my inception into a world of naught
With a family that treated me, as a personal clone, I was no different from our dog named 'Spot'
For the first young years of my life however, I knew I was truly happy...
I learned because I wanted to and it seemed to please my Pappy
But as I grew, I learned of truth; a dark and dirty little secret
That I was merely an average student, 'NO!' my mother bleated.
Like a sheep that could not bear the thought she forced me into books and pape
A Monster Named ParanoiaI have never liked promises.
It's a funny little world. My mother promised she'd never leave me, but she did or maybe I left her, when I released the roses from my previously tightly clasped hand and the tears from my eyes and my feet carried me away from her grave, my past. My father promised we'd always remember her, when he wore the fragile mask of an achieved man, at the funeral. Nowadays, I hum her favourite song and he clenches everything in his body but his hand, which he extends to meet my cheek with brute force, asking me for silence without even saying a word.
And then then, there's you. There's you, the one who promised he would never leave, but promises are drops of hope in an ocean of deceit, made of paper, never penetrating my concrete heart. Every second spent in the endless sea of your eyes, I fear that you'll turn around, throw your crumpled up promise in my face, and walk away without looking back. Only this fear keeps me going. I wa
Hey, So I've grown a lot as a writer. And yes, that means I'm a writer. I've been writing since i was little and I love to write. I guess by now it come naturally. i have friends that write with me and it's a fun thing for me to do. But i noticed something. I started writing more and more when I entered middle school. I wasn't like many others when i started middle school. I wrote in my free time instead of went the park or went outside with a friend. Then I met one of my writing buddies. She was like me and we had a few classes together. I started writing with her and another friend and my writing became better and better.
Some how surprisingly I still had a love life, still do. Or sort of anyway.
*and I do believe in Sherlock Holmes*
Doctor who, Sherlock Holmes, The Hunger Games, and Kingdom Hearts.
So i hope you enjoy my writing. Please comment and watch