I enjoy writing, some say my writing is sadistic, meanwhile some say it is “conceptual”. To each their own. I also love photography, particularily scenery. No sadistic crazy business there. Painting is my vent, even though generally it just intensifies my anger when I don’t get it how it looks in my mind.
Posted about 1 year ago.
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Jaide Bateman / H. Eng. 11 5-1 / May 6/09 Judging Jack “[Jack] was sitting there, naked to the waist, his face blocked out in white and red. The tribe lay in a semicircle before him. The new…
I look down to see the corpses gowned in rags, bearing their blood-stained teeth, groaning in pleasure of a fleshy meal, and a heart! Oh, the delicious pulsing heart ripping through their teeth
At every turn a family’s crying / Wives hurt and love is dying.
The fare gripped by a sweaty palm; / The wages held by the crave of the drink.
I fight for not one that I know / Each time is a man of his own.
Normal lives lie in my right, / Families in my left.