| My latest art work... |
| My latest art work... |
| My art project "Freedom Required". |


My DarlingShe was too much. My mother was too much. She was too much herself. To care. Or simply to express. Anything. So why expect me to share? I wont. I deny to. Even if you are my mother. I cant. You dont care to know. And Im sure you think its the sane thing to say. As you think you know. But you dont know. May you cry for your loss. As I cried. And cried. But you wont. As I know you. But you dont know me. My darling you wont cry.My Darling


Just BecauseJust because you looked at me, I can never be looked at. Just because I cried for you, I can never cry again. Just because you held me, I can never be held again. Just because you thought I was beautiful, No one ever thinks Im beautiful. Just because you kissed me, I can never be kissed again. Just because you dont love me anymore, I can never love again. Just because you dont care anymore, I cant care anymore. Just leave me alone. I just want to be alone. Just to be alone.Just Because


In My HandsI used to know you. Every single part of you. Now I just keep on wondering. The saddest person alive. With a grief worse than death. How can I still be accepted. As a human being. To the world with this grief. They wont understand. That you died in my hands. And I cant accept. Your loss. As you were all I am living for. But your not here. You died. In my hands. In my hands.In My Hands


I Miss MyselfI miss myself. I miss the way it was, easy. Easy and just the truth. Not paranoia. Not an obsession. Not a substitute to whomever I used to love. For I dont remember the name. I do but I wish I wouldnt. I hate myself for being dishonest. Who am I? Can you tell me as I have forgotten. Oh well its not important.I Miss Myself


Dreams GoneCarry on marching out the door. Its by far the best thing to do. My feet hurt of walking away. So I stand and watch the sky. So many stars, so many dreams. At half past four in the morning. Everything seems possible with no sleep. I need closure from everything. My eyes need to see change. Im tired of being tired. Fantasies are my life. Reality is fantasy to me.Dreams Gone
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| Valerie CJ Dounias / Ghost Girl / Mickieh / Joeyx Proud Forgiveness is a virtue. Which few posses. Or even practise. And it brings understanding. Some times people need to be understood. Some times people need to be forgiven. When standing in front of God. I will not plead to be understood. I will not plead to be forgiven. I will simply be proud. As I am his misunderstood creation. And I’m sure he knew what he was doing. |
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I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
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i've always exhisted, but my life began only when i held her in my arms --- x
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Compliments or your very nice artworks,
hope to see you later,
Mario
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"Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument".
Carl Jung
Take care, now!
*tips hat*
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My scanner is a form of self-mutilation!!!
Clubs:
~xMistahJx~Seme-Mello~JokerCrane-Fans~Near-haters=OrganizationMilitary
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"My name is Killinger, Dr. Henry Killinger, and this is my magic murder bag." (The Venture Bros.)
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She swears this time to make it as she simply walks away. And it's okay.
*SaveTheArtists =PortraitPencilArt *dAportraiteures
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~ For many, the key to self-preservation is not a love of life, but cowardice to end it. ~
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die leute in der u-bahn wirken wie schlecht gewählte statisten.
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La Vie Boheme
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