Queen Of Spades

Pieces

Our homeland is broken…Our mother is broken…We did this.

Super Kawaii

Breaking the light apart.

The Colours of Laughter.

Ghost in the forest.

Scratched Out

Modern and Antique.

Blend into One.

Sketch Out

Queen Of Hearts

from Jordan to Daisy.

Light in a form of Dark.

Lonely Nights.

Pattern

Our Stories (Art Work)

Our Stories.
Model – Louise.
Artwork – Sabature.

Flames of desire (Art Work)

I Burn in the Flames of desire…

I stand waiting for the flames of my heart to die out of you. So I can escape into the world and live free. Free from the torment that captivates me every moment I think of you.

Free from your thoughts. Free from you.

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Passion (Art Work)

Michelle and Alex in this beautiful picture. The artwork is done by me for them.

Passion
You are my passion…
As I gently embrace your lips…
Holding you gently..
We are one…

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My heart is broken (Art Work)

My heart is broken (Art Work). Done for a very dear friend of mine who inspires me every day.

Light shines in the darkest of places…
In my broken heart there is a gentle spark that shines steadfast…
Only to enlighten the world when it flames…
But my heart is still broken…
I AM BROKEN.
My heart is still broken…

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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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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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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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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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Nightmare (Art Work)

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

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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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Outlines of Darkness. (Art Work)

This was the first art work I ever made. It is a self portrait of me and you guys can see a different version of the caption on the top of my blog page just under my name . (Contemporary Art)

I hope you like it .

Darkness surrounds my life…There are but a few layers of light left in me…Just a few…

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