

SchizophreniaWith one hand on his brow He quiets the voices He cannot hearSchizophrenia


DroughtThe sun lies like a wound on the horizon Clouds scatter, torn and ablaze Crimson with the guilt of some past mischief The wind is dead. The earth longs for rainDrought
I watch the roses bow on their stems Still alive this, still unashamed In the blind struggle of hope. But the river’s bled dry My heart cracks like stone The wind is dead. The earth longs for rain
You lay among the wilted grass Depraved beauty, struck again on a sleepy afternoon Love triumphant.
Words die on my lips On account of restless memories And fathomless pain The wind is de


Now and thenLet the wind heave with sulphur breaths, And the slow anthem of defeat Our lot is a godsend And poverty is my feast What would we do without the educated man, That beast with gold and iron pleats And perfectly manicured hands To point to us our place?Now and then


IndifferenceLies spill from tender lips As lovely as laugher The pain, like music in my ears Lost in clumsy translation Dulled wits resign to their fate Yet something moves me to the scoreIndifference
A candle dreams of warmer nights Shivering by the window The heart, like a child left behind Sheds tears for what we've not become The hope that breeds love, dead and dying Yet I watch this scene with hollowed eyes And sway to tune of the empty soul
A farewell come and gone Weightless words, like the limbs
Caught hopelessly in shadow. Yet I've cast aside the d
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samazingx3
Interesting gallery, by the way.
~h~
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Observe everything.
Communicate well.
Draw, draw, draw. ~ Frank Thomas
Decisions determine destiny. ~ TSM
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Observe everything.
Communicate well.
Draw, draw, draw. ~ Frank Thomas
Decisions determine destiny. ~ TSM
xo!
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blowout
incredible work. keep it up.
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-Raine-
.dancing in coffee.
you can be a hero all you have to know is what to say
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