I don’t like the spotlight much;too much brightness and too hard a touch.Avoiding the punches that come too fast and hardmakes me smart. Not a
Author: Rachel
Hello! I've been running a small blog to share features of others' work as well as have a place for my own artwork for about 11 years. I hope it's enjoyable to you as well!
The scratch of a penacross the page of memory…The press of broken dreamscutting the mind’s defense…All the while, it begins to shakeand a pair of
I miss the innocence of my youthwhen I never had to worry about the truth.Going out to play and have fun;not knowing the real world
whirly whirly go aroundspin spin fall downcry cry little babyfight fight crazy ladyrun run pass everyonethere there go back byfall fall stay downno no stop
Fallen from lights to darksthe landing bruises the heart.In the darkness of the shadows,the bruised one wanders, lost. “Where is the light? Why am Itrapped
Blame computer’s full of itself,trying to force its way on someone else.There’s nothing you can do except what it wants you to. It traps you
WANTED–a mind that can be on duty at all times. Must be able to figure out Math AND write for all English tasks. Also must
Yes, I know you hurt.The pain seems to be the worst.You have no way to know what to do.It’s always the same for you. Your
…You want to WHAT? Talk to ME?Do you even know what it is you’re asking??…Fine. You will get your wish, but don’t forgetYou asked for