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It was recommended (by myself and Wizzy) that I start one of these... so, here it goes.

I would probably put myself under the 'sensitive artist' category, so, I might not want a whole lot of critiquing...

Mainly, I hope that my words can help someone out there...

I won't be posting all my poetry here, as some of it might be a bit more personal, but, if you would still like to see it, please let me know.

NOTE(S): a bunch of them are very long, so I will put them in spoiler boxes to make things easier. please assume that what is here I have written, unless marked otherwise. I hope you enjoy them and/or, they help you get through some things. I also hope that they do not all sound like they are expressively about me.

without further ado, I present.... My Poems!

 

Rest

Spoiler

What is rest?

Really?

I think about 

Trying to find it

Seems pretty 

Dang hard

It is 

A feeling 

Of safety 

Home

Comfort 

A place where some go

A place I can’t go 

Can’t find 

Can’t remember 

Was I ever there?

It feels safe?

What is safe?

I am not 

Safe

To myself 

To others 

Why?

Am I so

Different?

Nobody 

Struggles

Like I 

Do.

Lies.

What is a lie?

A messed up truth?

Are humans all lies?

We are corrupt 

People 

Lies

Things will change 

Get worse

Always

No rest

Ever

For me

And

What would I do?

If I could rest?

Dream?

No-

Dreams die

They always 

Die

I burry

My dreams

My feelings 

My thoughts 

My only 

Salvation 

Is 

Words

Expressions 

Emotions

Transmitted 

Through writing 

To help

Hurt

Kill

Die 

Destroy and

Leave desolation 

Behind them

But-

If it’s unburied 

Will they help?

Is there someone

Out there

Like me?

Someone who

Cares

Loves

Carries pain

And sorrow 

And hopelessness?

Someone who just can’t die

But who wants to 

End it all

Right now

Enter into 

Oblivion 

Light?

Or dark?

Peace?

Or fear?

I won’t know till 

I get there 

That could be soon

Who knows how soon 

I could find rest

But would it really be rest?

Soon

What is soon?

But a whispered 

False promise

Of something 

that will never come 

Or is it something that will

Come?

That will come

Soon

Soon

What will happen soon?

Will my life end?

Will it continue?

What do I want?

What do I need?

These are questions 

I cannot 

Answer 

I am drowning 

In these 

Questions

Feelings

Thoughts 

Questions of why

Feelings of emptiness 

Thoughts of death 

Darkness 

Relief

But not rest

Will I ever

Rest?

Will I be pulled from

The emptiness?

Rescued?

Or will it

Slowly 

Take my breath 

Poison 

My heart

My soul

My mind?

Will my life finally 

End

In 

Rest?

 
 
 

I probably won't go into backstory/ inspo here, but if you would like some, reach out personally. 🙂

@The Wandering Wizard

 

 

Feelings

Spoiler

There are good feelings

Bad feelings

In between feelings

Hard to understand feelings

Why do we have feelings?

They serve a purpose,

 But what is that purpose?

To give us

The ability to experience

The joys and

Sorrows of

The wonderful,

Terrible,

Confusing

Thing

Called

Life.

 

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2 hours ago, Just-A-Stick said:

It was recommended (by myself and Wizzy) that I start one of these... so, here it goes.

I would probably put myself under the 'sensitive artist' category, so, I might not want a whole lot of critiquing...

Mainly, I hope that my words can help someone out there...

I won't be posting all my poetry here, as some of it might be a bit more personal, but, if you would still like to see it, please let me know.

NOTE(S): a bunch of them are very long, so I will put them in spoiler boxes to make things easier. please assume that what is here I have written, unless marked otherwise. I hope you enjoy them and/or, they help you get through some things. I also hope that they do not all sound like they are expressively about me.

without further ado, I present.... My Poem!

 

Rest

  Reveal hidden contents

What is rest?

Really?

I think about 

Trying to find it

Seems pretty 

Dang hard

It is 

A feeling 

Of safety 

Home

Comfort 

A place where some go

A place I can’t go 

Can’t find 

Can’t remember 

Was I ever there?

It feels safe?

What is safe?

I am not 

Safe

To myself 

To others 

Why?

Am I so

Different?

Nobody 

Struggles

Like I 

Do.

Lies.

What is a lie?

A messed up truth?

Are humans all lies?

We are corrupt 

People 

Lies

Things will change 

Get worse

Always

No rest

Ever

For me

And

What would I do?

If I could rest?

Dream?

No-

Dreams die

They always 

Die

I burry

My dreams

My feelings 

My thoughts 

My only 

Salvation 

Is 

Words

Expressions 

Emotions

Transmitted 

Through writing 

To help

Hurt

Kill

Die 

Destroy and

Leave desolation 

Behind them

But-

If it’s unburied 

Will they help?

Is there someone

Out there

Like me?

Someone who

Cares

Loves

Carries pain

And sorrow 

And hopelessness?

Someone who just can’t die

But who wants to 

End it all

Right now

Enter into 

Oblivion 

Light?

Or dark?

Peace?

Or fear?

I won’t know till 

I get there 

That could be soon

Who knows how soon 

I could find rest

But would it really be rest?

Soon

What is soon?

But a whispered 

False promise

Of something 

that will never come 

Or is it something that will

Come?

That will come

Soon

Soon

What will happen soon?

Will my life end?

Will it continue?

What do I want?

What do I need?

These are questions 

I cannot 

Answer 

I am drowning 

In these 

Questions

Feelings

Thoughts 

Questions of why

Feelings of emptiness 

Thoughts of death 

Darkness 

Relief

But not rest

Will I ever

Rest?

Will I be pulled from

The emptiness?

Rescued?

Or will it

Slowly 

Take my breath 

Poison 

My heart

My soul

My mind?

Will my life finally 

End

In 

Rest?

 
 
 

I probably won't go into backstory/ inspo here, but if you would like some, reach out personally. 🙂

@The Wandering Wizard

 

 

Feelings

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There are good feelings

Bad feelings

In between feelings

Hard to understand feelings

Why do we have feelings?

They serve a purpose,

 But what is that purpose?

To give us

The ability to experience

The joys and

Sorrows of

The wonderful,

Terrible,

Confusing

Thing

Called

Life.

 

*hugs*

They're both very beautiful poems Stick ❤️

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thanks Wizzy! 

I finished this one about two minutes ago.

Be Thou My Vision 

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Lord

I need you

Have needed you

Will continue to need you

 

You

Are my inheritance

My treasure

My vision

Lord of my heart

My protector

The song on my lips

The verse in my soul

Words

Fall

Short

 

You hold me

My broken pieces

My hurting heart

Even when

I can’t feel you hands

I know

Still you are there

Always

 

You

Are my Great Father

My Living Hope

My Emmanuel

My Yeshua

My Almighty

My Creator

My Good Shepherd

My Jehovah Jireh

 

The breath on my face

And in my lungs

My Redeemer

My King

 

I fall

On my face

Before your

Presence

Too great

For a mere

Mortal to

Stand in

 

Messiah

Anointed One

Shiloh

Prince of Peace

My Jesus

My vision

My hiding place

My Rock

My shelter

My God

The opener of my eyes

My Vision

Forever

And

Always

Amen.

 

 


 

My favorite hymn for sure. So Beautiful it was inspiring.

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thank you ❤️

 

The Cliff

Spoiler

 

 

 

If I was alone

I would have jumped

Thought about the consequences later,

Or not at all.

 

You saved me

Through my friends

Who were there

To keep me from jumping

Even if they didn’t know it

 

I stayed away from the edge,

Though in my mind,

I was a hundred feet down,

And falling fast, 

To be dashed to pieces on the rocks below

 

I wanted it

Felt like I needed it

But your hands

They held me back

 

I can be grateful for that now,

But then, I wished you would let go

Let me fall

But you didn’t

Your grip never faltered

 

 

The cliff still comes back

In my mind and dreams

I sometimes still wish

That I would have just jumped

Into empty space to end it all

 

In these moments

I still feel your presence

It is just hard to grab ahold of it

But I try anyway

 

My friends help and hold me

They mean more to me than they will ever know

Yet again, my words fall far short

Of how amazing these people are

I thank you for them every time I can

 

Most of them will never know

That they are the reason 

That I am still here at all

And what they do is amazing

They love me and I love them

 

They are my family away from families

My home away from home

They are safe

I let them hold my heart, trusting them to be gentle

 

I want to remember them

When I am at the edge

To think of them and of you

When I come to the end of myself

To remember that people do care

 

I am not alone

I have them, I have you

I have a home with them

What else could I need?

I need only to remember

 

 

 

Big hugs to all my friends

I love you guys!

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thank you ❤️

 

The Cliff

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If I was alone

I would have jumped

Thought about the consequences later,

Or not at all.

 

You saved me

Through my friends

Who were there

To keep me from jumping

Even if they didn’t know it

 

I stayed away from the edge,

Though in my mind,

I was a hundred feet down,

And falling fast, 

To be dashed to pieces on the rocks below

 

I wanted it

Felt like I needed it

But your hands

They held me back

 

I can be grateful for that now,

But then, I wished you would let go

Let me fall

But you didn’t

Your grip never faltered

 

 

The cliff still comes back

In my mind and dreams

I sometimes still wish

That I would have just jumped

Into empty space to end it all

 

In these moments

I still feel your presence

It is just hard to grab ahold of it

But I try anyway

 

My friends help and hold me

They mean more to me than they will ever know

Yet again, my words fall far short

Of how amazing these people are

I thank you for them every time I can

 

Most of them will never know

That they are the reason 

That I am still here at all

And what they do is amazing

They love me and I love them

 

They are my family away from families

My home away from home

They are safe

I let them hold my heart, trusting them to be gentle

 

I want to remember them

When I am at the edge

To think of them and of you

When I come to the end of myself

To remember that people do care

 

I am not alone

I have them, I have you

I have a home with them

What else could I need?

I need only to remember

 

 

 

Big hugs to all my friends

I love you guys!

❤️

* hugs a massive 6'5" or 6'6" foot person hug *

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5 hours ago, Just-A-Stick said:

*hugs back with a 5'6" person hug*

over here @Part Of The Narrative

 

5 hours ago, Just-A-Stick said:

thank you ❤️

 

The Cliff

  Reveal hidden contents

 

 

 

If I was alone

I would have jumped

Thought about the consequences later,

Or not at all.

 

You saved me

Through my friends

Who were there

To keep me from jumping

Even if they didn’t know it

 

I stayed away from the edge,

Though in my mind,

I was a hundred feet down,

And falling fast, 

To be dashed to pieces on the rocks below

 

I wanted it

Felt like I needed it

But your hands

They held me back

 

I can be grateful for that now,

But then, I wished you would let go

Let me fall

But you didn’t

Your grip never faltered

 

 

The cliff still comes back

In my mind and dreams

I sometimes still wish

That I would have just jumped

Into empty space to end it all

 

In these moments

I still feel your presence

It is just hard to grab ahold of it

But I try anyway

 

My friends help and hold me

They mean more to me than they will ever know

Yet again, my words fall far short

Of how amazing these people are

I thank you for them every time I can

 

Most of them will never know

That they are the reason 

That I am still here at all

And what they do is amazing

They love me and I love them

 

They are my family away from families

My home away from home

They are safe

I let them hold my heart, trusting them to be gentle

 

I want to remember them

When I am at the edge

To think of them and of you

When I come to the end of myself

To remember that people do care

 

I am not alone

I have them, I have you

I have a home with them

What else could I need?

I need only to remember

 

 

 

Big hugs to all my friends

I love you guys!

Wowwwwww 

*screams*
I KNOW YOU IRL

I CAN GIVE U A REAL HUG

*digital hug anyway*

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  • Anguished_One changed the title to Stick's Poetry and/or Writing and/or artwork (sometimes)

Lost

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I stumble

Down a

Long

Endless

Passageway

Never seeing the end

 

It is dark

So dark

Cold

Lonely

I know a way

To leave

Forever

To never go back

Or forward

To escape

But I am lost

I have no cliff high enough

No knife sharp enough

No rope thick enough

No will strong enough

 

This is a different kind of death

I am dead

Inside

There is nothing to live for, so I am dead

I feel dead

Act dead

Wish to be dead

If I just-

But no,

I will not-

Or, cannot

 

I stumble 

Endlessly

 Down these trails

Of thought

I circulate

Over 

And

Over

A never ending cycle

Dead to the world.

Dead to myself.

Lost

Lost

Lost

Forever.

 

Escape?

What would I know of this?

It haunts me

Looms over

My head

A Shadow

A false

Promise

That

Never

Will come

True

 

The darkness

It consumes 

Me

Have I embraced it?

Why does it dwell

Inside 

Me?

 

What is light?

What is peace?

Joy?

Laughter?

When?

When was the last time?

I was truly 

Happy?

 

God,

I feel 

Numb

Empty

Lost

Am I still

Your child?

Too lost

To find

Those

Hands

That hold

Me

The world

The broken

Pieces

Of life

As we know it 

Scattered

Left

For dead

In your 

Palm

Are you not

Strong?

Loving?

Present?

 

Then why?

Why can

We not feel you?

Why can I 

Not feel you?

You are there?

Then why

Why can’t

Just

Believe?

Trust?

Rest?

 

Your arms

Hold me

Tighter

They

Catch

Me

When

Fall

I fall

So often 

I fall

The meaning of life

It escapes me

Will you?

Let me see?

Open my blind eyes?

Rescue me?

So that

Am

No longer

Lost?

 

I

I want

To make 

A difference

In the world

In my life

In the lives of

Others

Who might-

Just might

Remember me

 If I survive the fall

If I get found

If I can finally

See

The 

World

Again

Untainted

Like a child

Again

 

Was I

Once so young?

Innocent?

Without burdens?

Without this load that I carry 

Everywhere?

 

It is bound

With unbreakable

Chains

To my back

Shoulders

Heart

Will I ever be truly

Free?

Found?

Loved?

 

Freedom

What is freedom?

Able to choose 

For yourself?

To make mistakes?

And for it to be

All your own fault?

It that the way

Of not taking

Responsibility?

The word

Echoes in 

My head

Wondering
If it

Is good

Or bad

 

 

Found

What is found?

Found is something

I am not

Will never be

Unless

Unless you

Pull me from my darkness

Change me

Inside and out

To be yours again

Like I once was

Like I want to be

Again

 

 

Loved?

I am learning

To love

To accept love

To love You

To be loved by You

It is

A struggle

An uphill climb

A part of life

But

I am learning

There is grace

Maybe,

Someday,

I will

Finally

Be 

Found

 

I am apprehensive (to say the least) about posting this, as it is very personal, but I think I should do it anyway. 

 

And this one.

Chains

Spoiler

 I have chains

Attached to my heart

And my mind, weighing me down

They loosen

And constrict

But never fall off

They feel a part of me

And I wonder what life would be like without them

But they are my protection

My armor

I feel safe within these chains

They are heavy, yes,

Hard to cary, yes,

Painful, sometimes,

But part of me

I cannot lose a part of me

I have accepted that I carry these chains

That escape is unlikely

I know they might get bigger

Or heavier

Or harder to handle

If I am handling them at all

But, I have made peace-

If you can call it that

With them

They have names

Depression

Anxiety

Loneliness

Fear

Anger

Emptiness

And many more

I do not always call them by these names

But when I do

They sometimes feel lighter

But, sometimes they feel heavier

And other things creep in

To try and ease the weight

Of these chains

Bad things

Painful things

I struggle to keep them out,

But armor is heavy

Hard to maneuver in

Helpless against the tiny things

That seep in

To destroy me

And all I love and hold dear

Maybe, someday

They will be lifted

But I cannot see myself without them

It is a picture I can never see

In my mind, or anywhere else

But, someday

They will break

It is only a matter of time

Till my 

Chains

Break

And I am 

Free


 

Thank you everyone who reads my ramblings ❤️

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12 hours ago, Just-A-Stick said:

Lost

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I stumble

Down a

Long

Endless

Passageway

Never seeing the end

 

It is dark

So dark

Cold

Lonely

I know a way

To leave

Forever

To never go back

Or forward

To escape

But I am lost

I have no cliff high enough

No knife sharp enough

No rope thick enough

No will strong enough

 

This is a different kind of death

I am dead

Inside

There is nothing to live for, so I am dead

I feel dead

Act dead

Wish to be dead

If I just-

But no,

I will not-

Or, cannot

 

I stumble 

Endlessly

 Down these trails

Of thought

I circulate

Over 

And

Over

A never ending cycle

Dead to the world.

Dead to myself.

Lost

Lost

Lost

Forever.

 

Escape?

What would I know of this?

It haunts me

Looms over

My head

A Shadow

A false

Promise

That

Never

Will come

True

 

The darkness

It consumes 

Me

Have I embraced it?

Why does it dwell

Inside 

Me?

 

What is light?

What is peace?

Joy?

Laughter?

When?

When was the last time?

I was truly 

Happy?

 

God,

I feel 

Numb

Empty

Lost

Am I still

Your child?

Too lost

To find

Those

Hands

That hold

Me

The world

The broken

Pieces

Of life

As we know it 

Scattered

Left

For dead

In your 

Palm

Are you not

Strong?

Loving?

Present?

 

Then why?

Why can

We not feel you?

Why can I 

Not feel you?

You are there?

Then why

Why can’t

Just

Believe?

Trust?

Rest?

 

Your arms

Hold me

Tighter

They

Catch

Me

When

Fall

I fall

So often 

I fall

The meaning of life

It escapes me

Will you?

Let me see?

Open my blind eyes?

Rescue me?

So that

Am

No longer

Lost?

 

I

I want

To make 

A difference

In the world

In my life

In the lives of

Others

Who might-

Just might

Remember me

 If I survive the fall

If I get found

If I can finally

See

The 

World

Again

Untainted

Like a child

Again

 

Was I

Once so young?

Innocent?

Without burdens?

Without this load that I carry 

Everywhere?

 

It is bound

With unbreakable

Chains

To my back

Shoulders

Heart

Will I ever be truly

Free?

Found?

Loved?

 

Freedom

What is freedom?

Able to choose 

For yourself?

To make mistakes?

And for it to be

All your own fault?

It that the way

Of not taking

Responsibility?

The word

Echoes in 

My head

Wondering
If it

Is good

Or bad

 

 

Found

What is found?

Found is something

I am not

Will never be

Unless

Unless you

Pull me from my darkness

Change me

Inside and out

To be yours again

Like I once was

Like I want to be

Again

 

 

Loved?

I am learning

To love

To accept love

To love You

To be loved by You

It is

A struggle

An uphill climb

A part of life

But

I am learning

There is grace

Maybe,

Someday,

I will

Finally

Be 

Found

 

I am apprehensive (to say the least) about posting this, as it is very personal, but I think I should do it anyway. 

 

And this one.

Chains

  Reveal hidden contents

 I have chains

Attached to my heart

And my mind, weighing me down

They loosen

And constrict

But never fall off

They feel a part of me

And I wonder what life would be like without them

But they are my protection

My armor

I feel safe within these chains

They are heavy, yes,

Hard to cary, yes,

Painful, sometimes,

But part of me

I cannot lose a part of me

I have accepted that I carry these chains

That escape is unlikely

I know they might get bigger

Or heavier

Or harder to handle

If I am handling them at all

But, I have made peace-

If you can call it that

With them

They have names

Depression

Anxiety

Loneliness

Fear

Anger

Emptiness

And many more

I do not always call them by these names

But when I do

They sometimes feel lighter

But, sometimes they feel heavier

And other things creep in

To try and ease the weight

Of these chains

Bad things

Painful things

I struggle to keep them out,

But armor is heavy

Hard to maneuver in

Helpless against the tiny things

That seep in

To destroy me

And all I love and hold dear

Maybe, someday

They will be lifted

But I cannot see myself without them

It is a picture I can never see

In my mind, or anywhere else

But, someday

They will break

It is only a matter of time

Till my 

Chains

Break

And I am 

Free


 

Thank you everyone who reads my ramblings ❤️

Those are so beautiful, dear Stick. *great big hugs*

Keep hoping, okay? I know it’s dark and jumbled and messy right now, but I promise it gets better. I promise, it won’t always hurt so much or so long or in such a lonely way. There are always people who will listen.

(I have a google doc that’s a solid 60 or so pages of things with a similar theme. I’m right here with you) ❤️

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4 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

Those are so beautiful, dear Stick. *great big hugs*

Keep hoping, okay? I know it’s dark and jumbled and messy right now, but I promise it gets better. I promise, it won’t always hurt so much or so long or in such a lonely way. There are always people who will listen.

(I have a google doc that’s a solid 60 or so pages of things with a similar theme. I’m right here with you) ❤️

I... I  will try. Thank you ❤️

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12 minutes ago, Just-A-Stick said:

I... I  will try. Thank you ❤️

We’re always here. My PM’s are always open too, whether you need an ear to listen or to complain about how MERP ISNT ACTUALLY AS CUTE AS EVERYONE THINKS HE IS or whatever ❤️‍🩹

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13 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

We’re always here. My PM’s are always open too, whether you need an ear to listen or to complain about how MERP ISNT ACTUALLY AS CUTE AS EVERYONE THINKS HE IS or whatever ❤️‍🩹

12 minutes ago, Just-A-Stick said:

I will keep that in mind ❤️‍🩹

*pulls both into a group hug*

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*never wants to leave group hug*

 

 

Okay. I wrote a scene from one of the stories I'm writing and was super proud of it. but first, a bit of backstory so you don't get lost. ;) 

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So, the main dude, (in his POV), is unconscious from a traumatic head injury (courtesy of his abusive dad)

He is having a *fun* time in his mind 😜 

 

Ok, the real thing.

Spoiler

 

Tane was lost. He wandered through the corridors that were his mind; There were rooms too. So many rooms. Tane found memories in some of them, nightmares in others. Light in some and that horrible darkness in most. It was following him and he could not escape. He tried to run but his legs wouldn’t work right. He felt like he was running through quicksand. Sinking deeper all the time. He had lost himself; somewhere in those long, dark hallways, he had ceased to exist. 

He was once again that scared little boy, hiding from a father who was mad with grief. The grief of losing his wife. The little boy finally found a brighter room. He laid down to sleep with the light, tried to shut the door against the dark… but the darkness was strong. Too strong. It came like a thick black fog, rolling through the room, blanketing everything in sight. It stretched out smokey tendrils toward him, creeping ever nearer. Tane grabbed a lanturn off the wall and held it high, trying to banish the dark. The darkness laughed; a sound that was bone chilling, like the sound of crumbling cities; a blade sinking into flesh; a woman’s muffled scream; a drunk man's ravings; the sound of a thousand horrible deeds each worse than the last. Darkness reached out and, almost casually, snuffed out the remaining light.

 The icy tendrils reached out to grab him, locking him away with cold clammy fingers. He tried to scream, but all that came out was a garbled croak. The darkness shoved tendrils into his mouth, and down his throat, cutting off his air. He gasped and struggled, his body a mass of pain, but to no avail. The darkness became him and he was the darkness. Tane was trapped with no hope of escape. 

Then, suddenly, a warm solid thing touched his face. He was able to breathe again.  The tears of fear were replaced by tears of gratitude and were brushed away by a gentle hand. Gentle words were spoken, but he could not understand them. He tried to speak, but could only moan. The hand reached down and held his own. Warm and safe, the little boy could finally sleep. He did not dream. 



 

Let me know what you think :P 

Edited by Just-A-Stick
Stupid spelling... <_<
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Hi people...

Yesterday I was feeling arty...

So I messed around with some fine line pen things...

On a lil envelope...

here it is

 

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The front

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And the back..

Then... I was looking through my camera roll on my phone and found some absolutely gorgeous pansies

They were practically begging to be painted with watercolor.

I'll just say this.

I'm not a painter, but I like to mess around.

 

Here's the first attempt at a pansy

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 And here is the reference for that one.

 

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And here is my second attempt 

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And the reference for that one

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And the THIRD AND I THINK BEST PANSY!

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And the reference for this one puts it to shame, but here it is anyway

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So, that's what I did...

I enjoyed it...

 

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