"Real" Life Artwork (No Photography)

An regret those simple words of idiosyncrasy

I have been dreaming of my homeland, thick, lush, and green.

I hear the sounds of bagpipes to them I haven’t seen.

I walk in my red kilt with socks high, white, and clean.

I’m free to…

As I grow older though, I am accepting that instead of wishing and hoping for skills I do not have, maybe I should be learning how to make the most of what skills I do have.

Darkness calls as the night falls,

Jabbing like shards of glass into to my soul.

Whispers of doubt and fear and loss,

Eating at my peaceful flesh.

Shaking hands try to push them awa…

Just another day, like any other day, nothing special, routine.
On this day, in a small country in the middle east called Israel, 400 babies will be born, 50 people will die, 115 couples will …

I love you more than time will allow me to say
by the time I finish describing it
we will all be dead, and you still won’t comprehend

I desire you more than life will allow
at any given d…

We search for the end
You run so fast
so steady
I cry, trying to keep up
I’m out of breath
yet you find a way to go on
you are miles ahead
yet willing
to run miles back
to carry me
yo…

Here’s my feelings
Here’s my heart aches
here’s my head aches
over you
you were there
In a dream I read the book
that you were my love
and we were together
and you held me
and I held y…

To peer from across the room
the world’s greatest pleasure
even better when you look back
and smile
oh I would pay no amount of money
to replay that smile over and over
how could I not be…

You sing so high
with such confidence
is there anyone even there
to hear the cries in my head
it’s the naked man’s word
my songs echo in and out
as I look up everything is golden
sepia
…

At first glance I am not much to see,
In fact chances are you will walk right by me.
But you will stop, turn and stare at me as I continue on my way.
You will struggle to remember what it wa…

This too shall pass. Four relatively small words but when they are strung together they create something profound and beautiful. They create the truth. The truth about life is pure and simple..…

I am the middle child (and now only) of three…both my sisters were born on the same day, nine years apart and with the same disease (cystic fibrosis). Because of this connection they shared the…

Seven years now since that day and as I close my eyes and think about that moment I am flooded with the same emotions, just as intense as they were that day, that evening. I remember that thing…

Shelley and Yvonne are twelve years old, best friends.

Yvonne’s decided they’re going to bake a surprise cake for her mom. The end results are not what they expect.

I’ve been absent for a while (too long), but I will return soon. At the moment, I can best describe my situation as:

Conformity to the prevailing standards of what is right (i.e. decency) i…

devistated about having to kill it

weaver of a million labyrinths