Infinite possibilities
On a single empty page,
A Warlock or a Flower,
A Crystal or a Sage.
Imagination isn't measured,
It's an impossible task.
But anyone can unlock it,
From its cold and musty cask.
Open your mind, and just don't think,
Just express what you feel,
Just let the emotions leak from your hand,
In a long uninteruppted eel.
Anyone can do it,
It's really not that hard,
Don't let anyone cansor you,
It's worth the prison ward.
Mine, So back off, Buddy. by JellySnail, literature
Literature
Mine, So back off, Buddy.
Love is Greedy and Suspicious,
It is "Slightly" jelous, too.
The ones you love must be yours alone,
Or you've got some work to do.
You'll hunt them down with an M-16
And blast off their freaking head
Because your spouse is yours alone,
And anyone else is dead.
What is the definition of love?
How do you define Joy?
Can you bring Sadness into words?
It is a rather interesting Ploy.
It'd take a thousand words to tell
Someone how it feels,
To love someone completely,
(Not 'cause they cook you meals.)
Pure Joy is indescribable,
Like a strong narcotic Drug,
Though sometimes you can feel it,
In a Long Awaited Hug.
The crushing weight of Sadness
Is hard to put to phrase.
It's heavy and depressing,
It's a dark, slow-moving haze.
Emotions aren't easily
Described in words we use.
From total Bliss to Anger,
And Guiltiness and Blues.
Some people might complain,
If they have a lonely heart,
But in reality,
It's a brand-new shining start.
You're open to the world,
To go anywhere you please,
Whether lying on your bed,
Or walking through the trees.
But when you feel the love
Of someone by your side,
And it disapears,
You cannot help but cry.
And if you see some lady
Really happy with her man,
You run and go and sulk alone
(In the room to which you ran.)
You're jelous of all the friends
That have people that they date,
You want some of the "Action",
You just don't want to wait.
When you're really sad,
Something inside you dies.
You're no longer full of life,
As you release your soaking cries.
But when you can start to heal,
That something grows right back,
Stronger than before,
To get you back on track.
You'll never be the same,
Because that little piece is new,
It's easier to cope,
Because you really grew.
Infinite possibilities
On a single empty page,
A Warlock or a Flower,
A Crystal or a Sage.
Imagination isn't measured,
It's an impossible task.
But anyone can unlock it,
From its cold and musty cask.
Open your mind, and just don't think,
Just express what you feel,
Just let the emotions leak from your hand,
In a long uninteruppted eel.
Anyone can do it,
It's really not that hard,
Don't let anyone cansor you,
It's worth the prison ward.
Mine, So back off, Buddy. by JellySnail, literature
Literature
Mine, So back off, Buddy.
Love is Greedy and Suspicious,
It is "Slightly" jelous, too.
The ones you love must be yours alone,
Or you've got some work to do.
You'll hunt them down with an M-16
And blast off their freaking head
Because your spouse is yours alone,
And anyone else is dead.
What is the definition of love?
How do you define Joy?
Can you bring Sadness into words?
It is a rather interesting Ploy.
It'd take a thousand words to tell
Someone how it feels,
To love someone completely,
(Not 'cause they cook you meals.)
Pure Joy is indescribable,
Like a strong narcotic Drug,
Though sometimes you can feel it,
In a Long Awaited Hug.
The crushing weight of Sadness
Is hard to put to phrase.
It's heavy and depressing,
It's a dark, slow-moving haze.
Emotions aren't easily
Described in words we use.
From total Bliss to Anger,
And Guiltiness and Blues.
Some people might complain,
If they have a lonely heart,
But in reality,
It's a brand-new shining start.
You're open to the world,
To go anywhere you please,
Whether lying on your bed,
Or walking through the trees.
But when you feel the love
Of someone by your side,
And it disapears,
You cannot help but cry.
And if you see some lady
Really happy with her man,
You run and go and sulk alone
(In the room to which you ran.)
You're jelous of all the friends
That have people that they date,
You want some of the "Action",
You just don't want to wait.
When you're really sad,
Something inside you dies.
You're no longer full of life,
As you release your soaking cries.
But when you can start to heal,
That something grows right back,
Stronger than before,
To get you back on track.
You'll never be the same,
Because that little piece is new,
It's easier to cope,
Because you really grew.
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Today and tomorrow, we're supposed to add our ratemydrawings stuff here. While I'm doing this, I might as well put up the other stuff I've been meaning to add.
Sorry I haven't been in lately... I've been doing a lot of drawing on Rate my Drawings.
I'm trying to submit all the poems I have. I have a lot of drawings. Won't get em all in today, but I'll see what I can do.
Yep, I'm just coming on. I'm gonna start uploading all the manga pictyres I drew a few years back, and some other drawings as well. Maybe a few comics. I have some poems, too..... Point being, you probably won't see anything new for a few days, just stuff I've had laying around.