Simply ActActions may speak louder than words,
But all that is needed is a single whisper of emotion from the mouth of one that invoke such actions.
Say what you believe, act how you say, and live or die how you act,
For language of the heart is never lost in tranlation.
And If There Is a GodIf He is there,
The self-elected Savior with his fistful of broken puppet strings
His beautiful, ancient hate
And all-too-modern smile-
If He is there,
Curled, recovering, in the dark belly of the world,
Waiting and planning and growing in dead water and stewed ignorance-
If He is there,
Spewing self-righteous hatred from the mouths of children
And drain gates
And smiling politicians-
If He is there,
Then my pity is not for Him,
But for His.
Namie-kun: Inspirational ArtistInspirational Artist: Namie-kun
Favorite medium for art: Digital
Length of experience with anime/manga drawing: 3-4 years
Favorite colors to work with: AHH EVERYTHING
What inspires you?
Anything really. Music? FOOD? Anything that can interest me. Of course, artists and artwork I admire. A good friend of mine LuluSeason is very inspirational I grab a lot off our convos xD
Who is your inspirational artist on Deviantart.com and why? What is your favorite work of theirs?
ON DA? hmmn, probably myhilary- He is very kind and skilled, very modest and how he works is very interesting! http://myhilary.deviantart.com/art/Devil-s-Party-188455171
What music listen do you listen to while you create your art pieces?
Touhou arranges/remixes these day
That Time again...Its one of those times again...everything takes effort. Sleep is restless. Food tastes bad. Life seems pointless and I can't look anyone in the eye. Too afraid they'll see me for the monster I am right now. I'm isolating, avoiding, obsessing...again. With no hope of rescue. Anxiety drives me...leading me to a dark place I've been before. But this time feels different, like either I live or I die. All or nothing. How much of the outcome is my choice? How much is out of my control?
I've never been this repulsed by myself...with no one to reassure me of my true self I really am hopeless.
It takes more courage then I posses to do what I need to do.
Can I possibly find the strength to forgive myself?
relics of the pastyou save the ticket stubs from movies,
the coins that you've found
face up on the ground.
'it's good luck,'
you hold onto dreams from long ago,
written on faded pages
scattered across the floor.
your room is cluttered with all manner of
keepsake and souvenir;
tokens and mementos
adorn your walls.
the residue of what's come and gone.
your call log is full,
your inbox overflows.
bottle caps are piled up in jars
all along your living room.
there's a bit of sandwich in your fridge
from a good three weeks ago,
a bag of receipts
from 10 years back
sits by your bed,
christmas and birthday cards from elementary school
fill a whole drawer of your bureau,
names long forgotten,
never to be put to the faces
of your past.
You who saves it all,
But cannot save yourself.
I extend my hand in your direction,
But you cannot take it.
Your arms are filled to breaking with the relics of the past.