Blood-of-the-pheonix
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Phoenix


PremonitionDoesn't anyone feel that too? My eyes are straining Behind the clear blue sky I see the smoggy brown I smell the metal,Premonition
The ashen burn fills my nose This world is ripping Tearing at the seams I tremble, my hands are shaking I shove them into pockets Everyone around me, laughing I am trying, failing, gasping My lungs are closing No one noticing. We are walking crossing the street The street lights burning into charcoaled sky I can't keep running Can't keep lying Someone has to feel this, I can't do this alone


Falling OpenThese winding feelings inject Clouding like the crimson in the white Always you come back to me Like the recurring dream Haunting me. The senses of the past Painting my skin with memories. Melodic patterns in my ears. I set back and sigh I don't know where I end I don't know where I begin I keep the world closed Tight like the slender legs before me My eyes are filming this constant cinematic wonder My heart is drowning but it doesn't notice My mouth is wide under water Filling me inside Inhaling the liquid The gurgling song that I haveFalling Open


Untitled BeginningHow could I have known what he meant? I had never known what he meant. Why was it that he thought that on his deathbed he could say something to me that I could possibly UNDERSTAND. I had spent my entire life hating him, and he had spent his entire life giving me reasons to hate him. His dying words meant nothing to me. How could he have the nerve to say such a riddle as death sucked his life away. I loathed him. His last gasping words made not one ounce of sense to me.Untitled Beginning
So here I am sitting with this man, this doctor who was PAID to care. This man whom up until about five minutes ago I had never met. This man wanted t


My CoreI can take the knife I can force Open the center, My tangled core. Tear it open spill the blood. My lungs are full,My Core
The pressure is building. The time is
Flying, Twisting, Winding. My feelings are spewing; Unstoppable escape. The steel presses, an icy reality against
my burning vulnerability. Rip it out, the moment has drawn dangerously near Free myself from this demon! I lodge the blade deep inside I wrench the beast from within It is launched from me It collides harshly with the wall A crimson paint,
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