Devious Journal Entrybasically im at school and i STRONGLY dont want to be here.
so i figured i hadnt touched deviantart in a while so i would update something.
ugh i need to take a day and just play hookie.
Ambiguity of Angels and DemonsWhen hell looks good to a saint You will take your chances Finding peace only when clutching An empty bottle You are not okay. Even through a hollow face. You begin to find comfort in depression And try to escape through your dreams Hoping that maybe if you clutch that bottle Just a little tighter You will find relief, even just for a moment. But the angels’ new favorite color is red And your demons are trying out a new morale So hurry up and rush your fait To speed up your demiseAmbiguity of Angels and Demons
Heated AfternoonHeated AfternoonHeated Afternoon
Roughed up hands Covered in grease A holy wife beater Streaked with carburetor oil Bent over Under the hood Her defined back glistening Under the sun On a day so hot You would rather just Go naked Her independence Her rough personality Consumes all of my interest Exciting every inch of my being
Flash Her soft tender lips embrace mine Connected by something More powerful than just physical Her hair falls on my brow My tender hands run along Her chiseled features The intensity c
Fun With Minor AlliterationA velvet covered couch And a crimson colored vase Where purple pedals lay Fallen from a rested roseFun With Minor Alliteration
Melted wax on wedding albums Bonded by some tattered tulle Living beside a wounded wine glass And a dusty set of secrets
All of the secrets tainted and torn By ones absolute ignorant insides Only expressed eternally by heart Meanwhile covered by conscious thought
Rise AboveEveryday we rise above Rise above Expectations and stereotypes Rise above Oppression and discrimination Rise aboveRise Above
False images and labels Its all around us Everyday People proving others wrong And it only makes us stronger
Just imagine A young girl waiting on a curb Her innocent blonde hair covers her face She wears what she sees Only in the coolest music videos. So others label her Label her to grow up With only materialistic dreams But they are wrong She dreams of saving the world And one day she will rise a
Broken CloudsI look I see But you don’t know How I feelBroken Clouds
And where I go Inside my head The rivers of mind A piece inside Where you can’t hide Just me alone No one there Just thought and notion Of what I wear On my skin and in my eyes A look I breathe And fantasize About a life Where I wont feel And then I go
And it’s not real Just another head In the clouds Living life Without a clue As to what I will do When I'm alone Inside my thoughts My hearts path Disturbed wit
feel free to friend anyone I friend on deviantart
my friends are your friends anytime madaam Ashley.
Thank you very much so for the
feel free to scope out my gallery more if you like. I would love to collaborate with you someday on here if you'd like. I like working alone and with others. DA note me back about this when you can. Take care and have a lovely
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Life means everything when alive, and nothing when you die
I would rather be hated for what I said, instead of loved for what I never meant (to all the haters)
Question everything, including yourself and your self
you rock.
out loud.
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"...but then everbody wins"
We need to hang out. Soon. I miss you!
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My Website | My Prints | My Music
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Words come so easy
when your world falls apart.
It can be creepy
how depression heals your heart.
O.o
you like the frist person to add something of mine to their faves...
I must draw you something...
once my real computer is set up...
O.o
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"...but then everbody wins"
DeviantArt is my home away from home... when they aren't firing the people who really matter.
I'll be putting my art back up eventually, and then life will be fun again.
Are you pissed about Jark?
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