|Someday I might....|
|Someday I might....|
Make 2015 awesome!A new year started. So some words of inspiration for those that want to pursue art this year...DamaiMikaz
Don't worry about your age. Do not get discouraged by those that are younger than you and better. Some people start art when they are 6 years old and are prodigy's at age 16, others make a rather late or slow start. It doesn't matter if you're 10 or 80 years old. You're never too old to learn something new, and you're never too old to do something you enjoy.
Everybody has potential. Even the greatest masters in art started out as beginners. It just takes a lot of time and persistence.
Don't be afraid to fail. Most masters have failed more times than any beginner even tried.
We only see the best from other people, and compare it with our own average. For every amazing painting a good artist puts online, he probably made 100 failed sketches. Sketches you'll never see and you'll never know o
Some Broken PeopleSome broken people can hurt you without thoughtRifle1980
But believe me when I say it’s not their fault
With an open wound as delicious as yours
It would be a shame not to rub in the salt
So why do you insist on shaking that girl
Do you like playing the martyr on your knees?
Acting like you’re a paragon of purity
Well today that purity feels ripe for disease
Some broken people cry not knowing what for
Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts
Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain
But their thoughts are a great distance from dark
So why do you insist on hitting that girl
When she stopped feeling many blue moons ago?
A waste of energy, like her wasted breath
When she told you that her safe word was ‘no’
Some broken people lash out without warning
At those close to them that they hold most dear
Trying to fight away those armed with feelings
Yet at the same time wishing that they were near
So why do you insist on leaving that girl?
Blue-eyed BlondeA deep, vicious void ripped open my heart as I longed for a friend who would stayTakamakamori
Every one that I had made so far would just turn and then walk away
By the time that I became an adult, or what others referred to as "teens"
Still that insatiable ache in my heart was just plain refusing to leave
As all people know who've gone without friends, you just simply learn how to cope
But then I caught eyes with her and gained a smile, the gesture which filled me with hope
Shy as a girl who was new to the world, she hid behind a strand of hair
Oh how horrid was it to later discover that hiding allowed her to stare
Little coy smiles behind her small hand as titters colored her red cheeks
How in the world was I supposed to know that she thought me "one of those freaks"?
All of the laughs I regarded as lovely that dripped from her ruby red lips
Turned out that it wasn't love from her heart; it was the blood of the innocent
She'd entrance them in with her flighty disguise, bright piercing eyes such