Life in a Cave
Cold ugly and dark.
Woke up in a cave, wandered around for years.
Water drips off the stalactite, reminding me of the ticking of a clock,
And the concept of time I’ve lost
The first time I thought I saw daylight
How could I be so naive.
Nothing’s that easy, not anymore.
I never gave up.
I hope I never give up.
a better quality photo
Was up till 2 last night drawing this…alone in my auntys house watching documentaries #art #drawing #elk #deer #abstract
going to my mom’s to get my tattoo finished… normally i’d be able to sit through the hole tattoo..but she had someone over to help them with their dreads.. and we ended up having to take a break… a 2 hour break.. which i thought i could handle..but twas to painful to sit threw
Getting this tattooed in the near future..
second painting i painted. Inspired by my owl visit…which i’ve know decided that the owl had my acceptance letter to hogwarts but because it was a little slower then all the other owls he failed and retreated…leaving me here… in muggle town
this would be my first painting i painted ever
Ohkay here we are getting much closer to the end… I still have hours of work ahead of me, dammit.. Plus I’m going to have to remix all these colours which should be pretty interesting
I also bought some Silver Anouk Lavender and some Rosemary…Then bought them some clay pots and painted them all pretty like
found a big old piece of driftwood ..and did some wood burning.
space milk
Not yet finished.. But this is my memorial tattoo that im working on for Michael. His passing had a lot of weird “coincidental” and “ironic” experiences…so i started drawing my first mandala… with Michael’s passing in mind… and this is the result. Not done shading.. and im thinking about coloring it in..
When it’s done im going to frame it and give it to my Aunty…
Raindrops
I stop and look around, but I see nothing
Emptiness in all that I gaze upon
And in what gazes back upon me
Dull, rounded, softened, and washed out
Crouching, praying, begging, dragging ourselves around
There is unseen fear
With eyes closed you can feel it
The illusion breaks away like dust at the end of a sand storm
It’s been underlying the truth since i can remember
No one wants to look
Faces of people, people like anyone else you’ve ever met
Slight variations, contoured with everything thing they have ever felt
Restrictions so tightly, and precisely placed, freedom is rarely questioned
We hide in fear
Their faces smile, but inside their eyes is another story
One you will only be able to guess
For it is just a flash of a moment and it’s gone,
there is nothing.
All eyes, dull, filled with incurable desire, quickly shift down
I hear their teardrops, like rain on the metallic ground that carries our feet
as it mocks our very existence.
There is no hope here, and there never has been.
We all have died a long time ago, by someone else’s voice
my stupid poem :P
My alien patch. I really like this one.
This is my stupid squid-thing patch I made. I like him.
