Poetry

She's the girl with the too long fingers,
with the bones that seem to want to break free of her too tight skin.
The one with the poetry written on her pale, near translucent skin,
string's of words that all seem to say the same thing: Help me.

The blue black bruises under her eyes show of the sleeplessness of her nights,
where, in her room,
she whispers her secrets and broken promises to the walls.

She rises with the sun,
joints creaking and popping,
as she tries to ready herself to face the on coming day,
where she'll push through and fake that she's fine.

She'll find more poetry to write on her arms,
hoping someone will read it,
hoping someone will understand the hidden message.
Wishing someone would save her.

[Too many words are running through my head.]

Walking

I'm very sorry for the way my scanner is, it eats the colors, and makes the image look horrible :/ I'm asking Santa for a new scanner, as well as better colored pencils, for I have to use crayola, not that there's anything wrong with them, I just don't really like them. Anyway, feedback is much apreciated, if you'd like me to draw you something, just ask, I'm always looking for something new to draw.

First Post

Welcome, I'll have art up as soon as posible! As to what will be on this blog: Random art, writings, and a peices of my life, all wraped in one blog. To those of you who followed the link from my old blog, I hope you like this one, as to why I quit the old one, I was tired of it, I wanted a new one, I'm strange, I know. The old blog will not be deleted, just not posted on anymore. I'll check on everyones blogs from time to time, and I'll follow your blogs. Anywho, I'll post art, or writing, as soon as I can.