Painting from LifeWere born a canvas Empty OpenPainting from Life
The seed of an idea Sends ripples in a white sea
Then a sketch, first softly Then darker And darker Taking shape, The crucial time where mistakes are made And little lines can change
The course of history
Then slowly, color Golden sparkles giggle Over dark deep somber Sadness
Red hates burn through Pink loves Seep into cracks of white night between Pencil lines
The lines and layers Meld and merge In a symphony of bright lit hopes And dreams and Mem
The LookThe Grammar GangstersBeware the grammar gangsters! The mafia of the literary underworld. They saunter into stanzas, Weapons concealed Under their trench coats Or in violin cases.The Grammar Gangsters
They can make you talk, "With just a few well-placed speech marks," Leave you shouting! Where you should have whispered! And pulp your bold statements into quavering questions? They can, pepper, your, phrases with, commas, Or bring your piece to a dead. Full. Stop.
They'll trap you (between brackets) As you - dash - to the exit. Then: punch a blunted colon Into the gut of y
It's Raining !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Euphoric
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"Life is an STD with a 100% mortality rate."
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I am Magoichi in the Samurai Warriors Crew
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