However, what I've recently posted isn't new, I'm sorry. It's just all stuff that's been sitting around, waiting to find itself on here.
Enjoy Anyway.


Humanity...Humanity stuffs her face with unmistaken greed Seeing not the beauty that around her lay Instead pulling out the roots from every seed Ignoring which way the weary willows sway.Humanity...
A branch from every tree points to the path Yet humanity carves and etches her own road Nature is patient and has yet to unleash her wrath Despite the many sins we have into her sowed
We Humanity, so undeserving of this home, Have raped and pillaged Nature over many hours. Ungrateful of that which Nature has bestowed Craving nothing but an abundance of power.


My Heart's BeatingMy hearts beating. Cheating On the thoughts and ideals I had before. I thought I knew what life had in store, Or what I had in store for life, But she, Life, picked up that glistening knife And plunged it into my heart. Gave me a start And scared me half to death, Making me out of breath, But the other half of me was still alive, Surrounded by these assortments of words I contrive And arrange and create. But sometimes the Muse comes too late. And Im left with nothing But cute little rhymes singing Their songs, interrupting my sleep &nbsMy Heart's Beating


Photograph-ExperienceEveryones staring at her, Propped up before the tripod, Stiff before the camera, Almost lifeless inside.Photograph-Experience
Shes not there for herself. Shes meant to sell the clothes. Not allowed to touch food, Only the pills they supply.
Her gaze is seductive The next moment, shy. Shifts roles so effortlessly Her smile tricks the eye.
The young girl once so clean Now broken, battered, sucked dry Her innocence forgotten, Stolen without a goodbye.


Photographs-InnocenceTeeth big and grinning wide,Photographs-Innocence
A toothy smile from side to side. An image captured during the day Of the children as they run and play.
Another photograph that we took Of the both of us as we look Into the camera, eyes fully bright Filled with friendship and delight.
These memories we keep for ourselves To frame and display on the shelves Remind us of the times we had Thoughts of joy in times of bad.


Painkiller He was like a drug. His very presence in a room would immediately give me the sensation of being high on something powerful. I became addicted to him, like that drug, the drug that you buy stealthily on a street corner at the same time of day on the same day of the week because you cant afford to miss your runner. Because if you do its hell: your system screams out for it, you become dizzy and nauseous, and you cant eat or sleep or do anything but think of how youre going to get your next hit. You need it to survive, because you cant handle your life without it.Painkiller
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I need to add my photo manipulation onto my account. Or my digital thingy...hrtmm.
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