| This section of my page will show you the last four works that I have uploaded. |
| This section of my page will show you the last four works that I have uploaded. |
| If you are willing to sit back and watch a bit, this show will show you a good portion of my gallery which continues to grow. Have a specific interest? Please look into the gallery categories. I try to make my gallery easy to browse. |


Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time I was carrying an anchor off the side of my boat as I sped through the water it only got harder to float. But the rusty old chain only got longer and dragged me down in all the endless water. Suddenly the ocean kicked up a breeze I put up my sail to capture what seemedOnce Upon A Time
only a tease. To think I could capture such a thing simply as I pleased I guess honestly myself I deceived. The anchor grew link by link I never knew, this boat could possibly sink, the wind making it harder though i had nothing to barter. Th


Screw UpWhy do I even try, I know that if I do, I'll fail.Screw Up
So what's the point, Of even living, If your never worth anything.
When something good happens, Something worst is always around the corner, I'm cautious at first, but I become cocky in the end, That's my downfall.
I'm just another screw up, Somebody help me, Anybody save me, Understand me, Please.
I'm empty, I'm lost, I'm nothing, I'm worthless.
I'm just another screw up, Somebody help me, Anybody save me, Understand me,


ArtArt is a form, Of self-expression. It is my heart's, Sole possession.Art
Artists need not, To breathe, to live, Art is their oxygen, Their gift to give.
In its' rawest form, merely a thought. Then with pencil, paint, It is caught.
Inspired by anything,
Person, place, thing. Art is their melody, Their song to sing.


UnwantedUnwantedUnwanted
Her hands so filled
With flowers blooming, She walks towards A love which has wilted.
Her hands tremble With brittle fears Of losing a love That dreams have so long held.
Her eyes brimming
With delicate hopes, But she is ignored The flowers tossed away.
On the concrete ground Those flowers are useless, Beautiful but unwanted, Just like her.
| My favorites are brilliant works by other artists that I have put into categories so that you, the passerby, can appreciate them too. |
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| I am taking advantage of this subscription feature in order to help others along in the art process. Critiques can help others get better at their craft by pointing out the good and the bad in a work. If you the passerby has some time and would like to critique some of my works, I would really appreciate your opinion. |
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If explosives don't solve your problem, your simply just not using enough...
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Protège-moi de l'indifférence et de la solitude..
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