HypocrisyWe say "food for the world"when people are starving at our very doorstep.We say we need to take more responsibilitywhen in fact no one has been responsible for anything in a hundred years.We say that everyone needs to increase their effortwhen effort hasn't been paying off in decades.We say we need to find out the truth, no matter whatwhen each of us is telling nothing but lies.We say we need to remember our history, lest it repeat itselfwhen we are just setting the stage for this to happen.We talk about grand things like social equitywhen greed is really all we care about.We talk about freedom, and how precious it iswhen we are supposed to let go of it.We talk about safety for all of societywhen you can't even go for a walk after dark.We talk about justicewhen none of us understand good or evil.We talk about lovewhen this world has long forgotten what it means.We think about settling new worldswhen we haven't been able to preserve the one we live in.We think abou
2am poetry (you're always the subject line)I wish that you were still here by my sideinstead of nestled in between the lines of my 2am poetrybecause you deserve a better home than thatyour name sits fervently on my lipsbecause I hope that with a whisper of those 5 little lettersthat I can pull you from within the inscriptions on mytree trunk ribs like a magicianpulling a rabbit from his silken hat.I want to feel your words breathing down my neckand your hands pressed against my quivering spineas I stand at the edge of indecision--you made me fear the fight rather than the falland now I'm addicted to thethe feeling of your wind beneath my wings.we were an odd couple of misfits but we fit together:you as the harmony and I the melody of a song no one else heard;too many times I spent playing our soundtrack on repeatas I danced across my room spinning &&humming in the cold shadows of my lonely nights.I wish that you were still here by my sideinstead of nestled in between the lines of my 2am poetrybecause I dese
CryCry if you need toDo it for yourselfCry if you want toOver someone elseCry like you mean itMake it all okayCry like you have toGet it out the wayCry in the darknessSo no one can seeCry in the sunlightSo you can be freeCry like it kills youFeel every tearCry like it’s healingNothing else to fearCry for the momentThe last goodbyeCry for the memoriesCry, baby, cryCry, cry to HeavenFor the angel that fellAnd if that doesn't workThen cry, babyCry like Hell...
Tips on becoming a better artistI want to make a collection of tips on how to become a better artist,so if you have any you want to share, feel free to comment I'll probably post it in my gallery when it's done, and hopefully, the list will be huge!One of the tips on the list so far:"If you have a tumblr account, follow fashion blogs! Fashion might not interest you one bit, but sometimes an outfit (or a pose) will appear on your dash that will inspire you. That skirt might not look good on the model, it might not look good on you, but your favourite male character would probably look cute as hell in it!"