Personal/School Poem

Selfish

Through a dark timid window, a man stood,
A man with a blank canvas on the wall.
But the canvas meant of something that could,
Something that could be more than a phone call,

More than a movie, more than a writ' note.
A force that combines all heart, soul, and mind.
Like the will to live while on a stranded boat
And to survive without all of man-kind.

The seclusion sparks creativity,
In his head he believed to grow selfish,
Can't spend time on any activity,
Crazed with the thought of being worthless.

But in him inflames the valor of life
That secures the solitude of his strife.

I am

not that good at updating this with pictures...UPDATES SOON!!

Gaskmask Girl

TOKAY well since i have this neat little blogger...and whenever i have access to my other works and scanners i will update you DRAWINGS of mine. Horrayyyee!! its kinda hard to see them all i have way too many sketches just here and there and everywhere.

So anyway...heres one i did about a year ago while a junior at Pelham High. i did it on regular 9 x 12 paper...i think i have no idea, i haven't actually seen the actual piece, shes still lying in the back of a friends car ha ha. Used just sharpie, Pen and Ink, and pencil.

Theres the first one!! with more to come..to anyone who wants to keep up with this blog. Well off to explore, GOODBYE!

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