British Artists

“*Your Love, support, prayers and encouragement has truly touched not only my life, but the lives of precious children in remote villages”*.

PUBLISHED my new BOOK – Landscape paintings & poems’ by V.Kelly

To those who give generously of their time
To host groups of art, photo or rhyme

What brought me here
to suffer the shrieking indifference of seagulls
and the apathy of rocks?

My heart is beating
My heart is bleeding again
And with all I’m feeling
It’s too real to pretend

Read the whole thing you lazy turd :)

A sale a sale!!!

Been having fun with these this morning, but this is a question to all our hosts. Do you welcome these into your groups?

Last thing I want to do is cheese off our hardworking hosts.

Guess the rule o…

How can a life

be defined

by bits of paper?

I never saw them the first time I visited the old house beyond the woods. They kept themselves hidden, watching me from dark corners as I made my way through the building.

Love is a hell
And it’s burning in my chest
I fucking hate your guts
But I don’t love you any less

How does one hate?

I find it hard to understand

the simplicity of others hate

etched on steel, or carved in stone.

Hate someone who would do evil?

Fair enough,

hate the man who hates

enough to kill.

I never saw her again after that night. I remember thinking as she walked away… that this would be the last time I would lay my eyes upon her.

Like a knife to the spine
You spat me out
Tastless knot of rubber
Lying on the ground

Their faces are a deathly white, each one of them their heads bald. All I can see of their features are their eyes – liquid black like pools of nothingness – empty, just like their souls.

What I want is an explanation
What I want is anything
What I want is a love that won’t hurt
A love that’ll make my heart sing

If i had one chance to win you back today
I’d ask you to remember why you fell in love with me
Because you tell me that you’ve changed
But i’ve stayed the same

I watch as the sweat glistens on your naked form