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Cherry

Sleepless Nights ( I P )

To journey to my other world where passions ebb and flow like waves...

The winter portrait

I look at pictures. Flesh made of grains, and skin made of halides purple yellow grey cerulean blue halides specks by the million particles sketching out soft edges of

mother

My mother lived a childhood she could've done without then she passed it on to me unconsciously the depths and the bends and the anxiety.
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May be you, But How Can I?

Love doesn't rely on beauty. It resides in your devotion towards your partner.

Something Missing

Like driftwood riding the waves that are not my own

Meeting Mark E Smith

leaving us for other birds.

Forgotten Replica (An extract)

The Introduction to my most recent piece. Please leave thoughts :)geekinthepink
Cherry

I knew she was corruptible

I knew she was corruptible I just didn't know how

Dementia

A proposed Youtube/Webisode series I am currently considering making this summer through fall. A reinvention and revival of old school horror with slight injections of modern day horror.

POETRY AND PAINTING

alike but different

A Thought for your Penny

Peel the skin off reveal what's underneath a raw reflection of your dream With beauty comes pain kill your friends just to gain an up-graded version beautifully corrected teens

My Poems

The World Threw Hearbreak

My Poems

The World Threw Hearbreak

My Poems

The World Threw Hearbreak

The chase

My heart is drumming against my ribs, a caged animal fighting to escape. My jeans catch on a nearby branch - I almost scream. Almost.

Cold hard truth

No one saw the dark figure slipping past the crowds. No one saw a hand slip out from under a black cloak to take a long, frayed length of rope.

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