abstract, Digital drawing, Line art, poetry

One to my one.

My will is my ego,

My life is the Id,

what of my wants shall be my desire.

what of my needs will come undone from my own fire.

Hail Prometheus,

Aye Thor,

you of old knew of what can be,

yet in the end.

You loved your death above all else,

so many more can come from.

To me,

I’d rather be awakened,

to sleep forever is and always

what death does.



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Digital drawing, poetry

. . . once upon a soul,

someone moaned.

An age of what pain offered

a love where and whence it came.

Will you ever leave me,

when I don’t need of anything but your pain,

your loss,

I will always want to love you at your misery,

At least I know,

how to love yours.

When you every time you leave me,

when your done crying, trying and doing

everything you can.



Digital drawing, poetry

Looking out to December.


you goddamned situation you.

You expect me to be successful in every turn.


asshole you.

Keep me in my mind,

and to remind me at every minute to repeat your shit,

over at an exponential rate.

At the Current rate,

of now.

Yes you. . .

you at least give me 

all of my failures,

never leave nor forsake.

You will always be the one never to rid,

My current of moments presence.



Digital drawing, poetry

November’s wallet.

. . . Will U invest,

in a life of mine?

Where all of my love,


. . . hugs

embrace . . .

and my unconditional wallet can not buy.

Where you do love me,

when I am full.

At the moment I don’t have any,

you do keep me

at my full maximum capacity,

of what misery gives when all

of the cards are in debt lying in front me.



Blank Verse, Drawing/Sketch, Emotional warfare, free verse, Mixed media, pain and suffering, poetry

Add me an ordeal.

Deduct all pains of life,

multiply it by seven divine years.

subtract it by 2.

Then add all the good memories that you really knew happened.

Another additional good memories that did happened

divide that into the age yoy have now.

I guess,

Life isn’t life

worth living.

When one’s arithmetic cannot do,

when the emotional tenses are easily the 10th exponential errors

that do mar,

any of what life is 

and is not to be.



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anxiety and worry, Blank Verse, Drawing/Sketch, Emotional warfare, free verse, hate and anger, Mixed media, pain and suffering, poetry

. . . I am to presume all of the years,

and the muddled,

scrubbed and soiled,

tattered and shed.

None at all by my own assumptions

since all of these lovely anxieties,

all of my disappointments,

are nothing to someone but,

an emotional tantrum.

Yet someone who had a paper saying,

that is the only case.

Then she hands me a paper saying,

take a number,

take this pill,

and shove everything.

Since all of my life’s trial

are none but all

that matters to no one.

Only to myself

I am to see.



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