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This is some of my drawings. This took a while. I gave proof for my work. I love drawing and this is part of my free time. Drawing is a hobby and find it fun to do. I have an area I do art and art desk covered in paint. I have so many markers and prefer to do hand made but still enjoy doing digital ...

Worn out and drained by all of humanity, All the connections with people, I don’t feel like I hold any significance in anyone’s life. If I’m absent, it doesn’t bother them at all. My circle of friends would be whole whether I'm there or not. Everyone has...

Hello and welcome to this week's Best Posts and Poems, brought to you by the Feature Team. 🦋 ❈ • ❀ May is Mental Health Awareness Month! ❀ • ❈ This inspired the theme of my post this time! Mental Health is so important! Please rememb...

なㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡら Perfect Pretty eyes and a pretty smile. God, you make me melt. I see your face and my heart races faster than a marathon runner. I see your name my lips curl into a smile faster than I can think. You’re absolutely flawless in my eyes. I can’t find a sing...

The Drawer of Unspoken Songs i didst sing of sorrow, soft and base, in the chill of the night’s bitter cold blow. “i loveth thee,” i hath cried—guilt in mine own chest, a sooth didst confess, yet not at rest. thee wast not near, not stage-side near, bu...

Oh, to Beest More Than Flesh oh, to beest more than flesh, to drink the riv'rs of purity, to gut mine own kin, to peel away the skin, to breathe and truly beest free— to speaketh without the tremble of feareth. i cometh from a landeth of mast'rs a...

A rotting soul a rotting soul— the voices nev'r cease. at which hour i did lie to rest, t's thee i seek to feeleth some semblance of peace. though i’m nay longer hither, nay longer in thy arms, i miss thy warmth— but not thy hands, ...

Coystrill in a web full of entitlement, thee forswear — resting still, pretending cater-cousins surround thee, yet thy lies groweth deep and ill. thee speaketh of care and kindness, but the sooth is torn and fray'd. we knoweth the things thee've d...

Ache to beest free caterwauling me a river— i hath said, mine own words bitter cold and still, touching the bodkin yond i did hold to mine own chest. i shall nay longer beest did bind to the ownership of the kin of flesh, i said— but truly, ...

Divine resemblance his image and blood— i wast did promise faith, a long life of adoration— thrown hence in vain. drops of sorrow in mine own father's eyes, fear on mine own mother's visage, yond life of worship, i did cast aside. becau...

To flee i has't the urge to flee, to nev'r cometh back— to perish in the woods, so the trees and wolves may consume mine own rotting flesh. i'm sure they wonneth't mind mine own nimble-footed brain, their stomachs full with insane viscera. so at which ...

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