Grave by the muddy bank (Art Work) (Writing)

People live long lives and one day die. Where would you like to be buried. I have heard that the souls live on inside the grave. There grows life around your resting place. Imagine a soul so cruel life only seems to cease around them. The grave so corrupt it kills everything that it consumes.

Imagine a world where life was different. Where bad was good and good was bad. A soul so deserved to live around life consumes it for all the good it has done. Life gone and forgotten as the place around our graves would become uninhabited.

Embrace what life brings because when the end comes you need to be sure that you are remembered in peoples hearts as a good man and live immortal in the hearts of all. Immortality not by living forever but by being remembered by all other souls.

…And so I bring to you My Grave by the muddy bank.

 

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By The Edge (Photography)

Standing by the edge. You feel like taking the leap into the cold dead waters that you see. Just a few steps more and you would cure yourself of life. Just a few steps more and all that you cared for surrenders to execution.

But have you thought of the ones who care about you…

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Ghost With A Guitar (Art Work)

A Ghost With A Guitar

My words are lifeless…
My music is bold…
Emotions that die today…
Shall never come fourth…
I have something to say…
but I cannot be heard…
I speak through my music…
about a world that burns.

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Broken (Art Work)

Breaking away into nothingness…

Sometimes I wonder if people will remember me when I am gone.

Broken.

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Torment (Art Work)

This one is also a self potrait. It came out really nice. The white one is the original and the blue one was edited because some of my friends wanted to see a blue version of Torment.

My sad soul hides behind my hollow smile…
My eyes glow with tears that have dried…
My life is a tangled piece of thread that is discarded…
I Feel Alone.

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Ghost Ranger (Art Work)

The Ghost Ranger. It was simple to do but has a very long story behind it

I search for those who are condemned.

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Time passes by

The day went by swiftly. I did not notice what has slipped away. Like a gentle kiss that you feel before you lover leaves to be on her way. Little things that slip away into the sea. A day went by like a moment of quiet when you close your eyes and stop your thoughts. Gently slipping into a slumber of quiet and dark.

This time shall not come by again. Slowly slipping into the darkness of my mind now. I slowly slumber waiting for the end of time. Time passes by…

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The Silence of Depression (Art Work)

This one is called The Silence of Depression. It is a picture of one of my friends laying on her bed. The pillow came out really nice.

Silence builds upon my soul…
It consumes my empty shell…
It releases me from this place…
This place called HELL

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The man in my visions (Art Work)

This one is called The man in my visions. It holds really close ties with me and I relate it as it is.

There is a man in my vision…I feel his fear…I hear his voice in my head…There is a man in my vision…And that man is me…

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Forsaken Friend (Art Work)

I made this for someone whose very dear to me.

Forsaken

I am the fear that wakes you up at night,
Your heart now belongs to me,
I hold you close to myself,
Till I drink my fill and leave you be,
You wont feel the chill of day,
Now the light has gone away,
You walk to fall under my wings,
Obey my words you are my kin.

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Corrupt (Art Work)

The feelings of a very corrupt soul and their destiny.

I feel no burn. I feel no pain. I shed no tears. I have no shame. My soul is corrupt.

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Soony B in her red dress (Pictures)

Hello my name is Soony B and I have put up one of my pictures. I have joined Sabature as an editor.

Soony B. – TV & Video Production Manager at Lime Green Entertainment

Soony B. co-ordinates the television show and content delivery for Lime Green Entertainments activities, for their web based TV Show and our terrestrial TV Show. She is responsible for co-directing and managing the content creation department at Lime Green Entertainment. Having been extensively involved in media and communications in France and more recently Australia she has a background in Hospitality and Media Communications. Soony B. plays the Drums.

You can visit her website http://www.soonyb.com/

soony@soonyb.com

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I’ll be gone (Lyrics)

N’ all the whispers that you heard
Were just sounds
N’ all the people that you feared
Were unknowns

(Pre-Chorus)
You come on home
And make me down
You come on home
And watch me drown

N’ all the moments she was gone
She was home
N’ all the time you drove back home
She was alone

(Pre-Chorus)
You come on home
And make me down
You come on home
And watch me drown

(Chorus)
If you thought that she cheated on you
You were wrong
All the things you hated for her
You were wrong

N’ all the days she cried her tears
You carried on
N’ all the thoughts that were so clear
Are all gone

(Pre-Chorus)
You come on home
And make me down
You come on home
And watch me drown

(Chorus)
If you thought that she cheated on you
You were wrong
All the things that you hated for her
You were wrong

(Ending Chorus)
You come on home
And I’ll be gone
You come on home
And I’ll be gone

By Muhammad Shoaib Ali

This song is about a frictional married couple where the wife is singing to the husband. The husband thinks that she is cheating on him but she really is not.

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Ciarra Rose (Art Work)

Ciarra Rose.

Her name says it all.

I am stuck between a layer of light where everything begins and ends with nothing.

Insanity consumes me from within…

I have lost trust in everyone…

I am stuck between a layer of light where everything seems to begin and end with nothing…

I am nothing…

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Disappear

We sat quiet for a while not talking to each other. Watching the wind blow the leaves away into the frost winter snow. Things were as white as the first rays of sunlight that brought me warmth in the morning. I looked at her quietly and smiled. She did the same as I closed my eyes and thought of somewhere to go.

We stood there by the beach now. Walking sands as bright as gold as cold salt water rushed between our feet. I held her hand and we walked by the shore watching the sea turn to sky in a distance. The boats floating by and the clouds as steady as rock on the table. The sunlight making our worlds brighten with its quiet laughter. I opened my eyes again.

I saw her disappearing into the snowy mist of this cold winter morning. My lips move slowly calling her name but she was too far away to hear.

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Nightmare (Art Work)

Imagine we wake up one day and realize what we really are is someone else’s nightmare.

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Whisper

Life is so fragile. So simple to break and mend. Like a whisper of possibilities.

Possibilities that come and go that are just a small chance that something might happen. A chance so small that a simple whisper can drown it into a chasm or build it into a mountain. A possibility of hope that might one day save the world from burning itself to nothingness.

…And yet that whisper is so silent it cant be heard.

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Broken Reality (Art Work)

We wake up and realize we were just living in a dream world. Our reality is broken. Our life was dream and now we relive it in a broken reality.

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