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Beat the

living shit out of it, kid

Remember what they took from you

You're stuck drawing conclusions from the pictures that they drew for you

His pride on the ground dripping blood from the bullet-hole

Consciously reminisce about the pain that they caused his soul

Savor it, because you'll never catch him off his balance

That's one thing he's mastered besides this self conjured malice

How's this, he hits the switch on his emotions

Takes a walk on the shore and throws rocks to the ocean

Flip the switch once again as the skyline fades to black

And with a smirk on his face the shadows dance across his back

A product of a broken home

On top of the world, but he stands all alone

He's got it all at his fingertips and his cards on the table

But looks can be deceiving cuz his hearts dangling from a cable

Fifty miles up, or that's fifty miles longer than

The distance he could cover if his life went down the drain again

Yeah, he never had a reason to keep going

So "Please," he'd say, "just take me away"

Yet constantly pushing forward he never stopped to ait

He stared death in the face on a solemn one way road

And he can feel it in his veins as it comes time to let it go

Two parents lost and a vengeance on his mind

As the only source of income he knows it won't pay to be kind

If he ever got the chance

Damn

straight he would have risked it

Left

that lonely disposition, no he never fucking missed it

He

walked through the city the sad reminder of a home

Somewhere

in between his life and emotions, still all alone

And in

his pocket is a letter asking "Where have you been?"

But

they won't know, just like he won't fold

Even

when the odds aren't in his favor

Stuck

burnt from past flames and the regret he couldn't save her

So

stare all you want, at the life you think he led

Cuz he's a man of his word, atleast thats what they think he said

But when your life is a lie, it ain't hard to cheat the system

Opinions never mattered cuz he knows that he won't miss them

Forgive him

He's been through more than he could speak of

Head against his palms hoping the news he heard was made up

Yeah, he's a man of his word, even if he can't seem to be heard

He'll wear that smirk on his face from on top of the world

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Only read it once/am pretty baked so I didn't follow the storyline, but you've got a talent non the less. You should think about writing lyrics as a profession, those people can make bank.
 
im not artist, but ive taken a couple of classes and like to doodle in my free time. sorry they are all sideways.

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this one is for a class

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i like trees
 
This is definitely one of your best. There's a story behind it that just instantly draws and retains the viewers attention. It's the kind of piece I would stop and look at for over a minute, maybe two, if I were to see it in a gallery. Awesome job!
 
this is like the best critique i've ever gotten, thanks. the real story behind it is that i wanted to draw something for my dad for father's day, but then i got high and drew buffy the vampire slayer instead.
 
So much sick artwork in this thread!! REALLY digging everything on this page guys

I was bored last night and hadn't had any time to jot down thoughts so i gave it a shot real quick.. it's short but quite frankly i only spent about 5 minutes on it before i fell asleep

Give me reason, give me purpose, lift this life up to that light.

I'm a saint, yeah, I'm a sinner, but it never felt so fucking right.

Bloody wrists ain't gonna preach the taste of summer love,

save for the kiss of warm alcohol and blue skies up above.

Bare feet, bonfires, and a beach of dried up hope,

I swear it's useless we could care less bout how we're gonna cope.

Live for the passion, don't let freedom hold you down;

the irony, yeah can't you see the losses that we've found?

In the summertime sunshine it feels good to know we knew,

that anytime the storms break surface i'll breathe easy for you too.

With the weight on my shoulders we could take on the world,

but the worlds already in my arms and i call her my girl.

She grew up the hard way, I can't say I was the same;

we both liked to walk through town under the pouring rain.

When I think of summer I can't shake her image from my head,

I can taste her on my lips like we're still laying in that bed.

Give me freedom, give me the answer, let me know we'll be alright,

'cause all we've got is memories in this fast paced, hopeless life.

I've been to heaven, walked through hell, stared Death right in the face,

and I bet him everything that in the end, I would win this race.

It's hard to say I'm living but it's better than the rest,

when i doubt my hearts still beating from beneath my heavy chest.
 
If any one is interested in doing some trades that would be sick, want to grow my art collection be getting some pieces from members of NS. Just PM me and we could work something out.
 
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this is my drawing final from 2011, sorry bout the poor picture quality i'm no photographer..

i used liquid graphite and some watercolor

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It's an abstract painting I made last summer with acrylic and sharpie. Pretty shitty cell-phone pic, it looks better in person.
 
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