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please click, its oddly shaped lol.
 
shit. sry descriptions got messed up 1. basic logo for the brand i started

2. drawing of Bank Gilberti i did for an art class

3. close up of the second drawing i did of Banks Gilberti

4. full 2nd drawing of Banks

5. got bored in the car. this was the name of the song i was listening to.

thank you sry for the mix up
 
 
ah. yeah you definitely could haha. the big spout pours faster than all the others though, so they wouldn't all fill up at the same time.
 
Have yet to see any written word art on NS so I will contribute one of mine

When I look back on the last eight years of my life,

I see misunderstanding, and I see confusion.

I see the strings of a system shrouded in illusion;

a game in which I never truly played a part....

but only thought I did.

After eight years, or more, I've got the feeling that I've never really mattered.

I'm twice as smart now but half as aware,

with the memories to prove it and these scars I bear...

a childhood that never really was anything more than I could make it on my own.

On my own;

three words, meaningless to most, harmonious to some, and sickening to none other than the boy who broke his own heart,

crying to the crashes in the night,

the words echoing up the stairs, voices raised loud and the doors shut tight.

Praying, hoping, the footsteps never reached the top step.

That song stuck on repeat, for days, four months, for weeks,

"Put me in coach".

Until recently I never realized how bad it must have been.

Contrary to popular belief, being spoiled never helps to take away the pain.

I'd give up my house, the money, and my health,

to get that song out of my head...

Because two years later I still picture myself in bed.

I didn't have it easy, but it certainly wasn't the worst,

and in no way am I asking for sympathy, I'm just saying it still hurts.

I've tried to cut the strings;

to discard judgement, hatred, violence, and replace them with better things

But it has only tied me up more in a fatal mistake

Stuck with the saddening discovery that we are the strings, the players in the game of life

I'm stuck on the bench, to play is to live, but to stand up and walk away, well, that's a choice I'd prefer not to make

Once again, I'm not asking for sympathy,

cuz we live in a world with no regard to feeling, and in that sense, being.

Life goes on and nobody slows down for you,

but if you're stuck I'll try my best to slow down too.

Those who've affected me the most know it the least,

so the best I can do is return the favor to anyone in need.

The strings that hold us down may seem unforgiving to some,

but if you pull the right ones, well then... there's nothing that can't be done.
 
cant even quote everything i like, doodle man fuckin dope, ice cream skull fuck i ssick, jetman turtle edition, sweet, i love ns art anyone wanna send me some? lol seriously guys and girls i would pay for some art work up here good job keep it up!
 
will do sooner or later

i write stuff like that as a kind of side hobby whenever i have the time. i'm currently working on editing a few of my older ones that have some rough spots to them.

any tips would be appreciated! and if you want me to try to write about something specific, or if you like a certain style that i use then feel free to tell me.
 
I hit the road and let it go

Release the stress of hiding in my smile back at the place that I call home

The streets are my refuge, the songs of sirens soothe my soul

The kick, push, coast, a universal way to let it go

Escaping to my room I'd let the thoughts flow through

As I gripped the pen in my hand I stained the sheet a deep blue

It's all that had ever really made me feel at home

Redefining structure synonymous to "alone"

pacifying practices that I could not condone

Writing passages at midnight by the light of my phone

I sifted through the shells as I felt the tides turn

Cuz in the fragile-ness of daily life, anything can hurt

Back then it took everything to keep myself afloat

It took a lot of luck to find myself in-between the words I wrote

I used to shy away fro life and simply bite the bullet

But if I ever felt the trigger, best believe I would've pulled it

I did my best to alter the reflection

Staring back at me from the other side of so called "redemption"

A picture-perfect image of everything I've never been

The only feelings felt for him are ones of stone-cold rejection

So if I could I'd buy a one way ticket straight to fucking hell

Fueled by a vengeance and a mind that you can't settle

Let me paint a picture, pour my demons on the page

Free my conscience from a memory, my mind from this cage

Freedom of mind, freedom of thought, freedom of emotion is what we seek

But in the process of desire we exterminate the weak

The most compelling of characters all too often go unnoticed

So count your blessings that the most ignored are the ones who still don't know this
 
yeah i have. ive gone through many phases of writing over the past two years. i started with sappy love poems just to win this one girl over, then moved into pretty sad/depressing stuff, then moved into more rap inspired writing, and shortly writing some lyrics. id like to think of all my stuff as lyrics/songs of some sort, and ive even done a few complete with choruses and hooks. i dont have the connection from writing to music though because i myself dont play any instruments. thats my only issue.
 
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