I cling to the words on the page,
As if they're something of value,
"The pen is mightier than the sword" they say,
Sure. Tell me again- I'll pretend to believe you.
I make-believe that my writings have meaning,
Not just the ramblings of someone half-gone mad.
If I use punctuation, and clever wording, perhaps,
It will make up for my lack of pizzazz.
Yet the words still tumble,
Though devoid of merit,
I'd be surprised if anyone is even listening.
I try to be profound,
But come out quite shallow,
At least that's what I think that I'm missing.
"The rhyming is cliche!", "The wording isn't stable!"
My vocal, inner critic strikes aga
Screaming.
Screaming.
Why can't my brain stop
Seething,
Seething?
I'm over it,
My heart is breaking,
Shattered,
Though I'm not too sure why
This pain, though invisible, is far too inevitable
And the depth of this misery is unknown
Though I wish I could stop, I do not know what to think
My world is washing with the trash down the sink,
Torment, I say, my heart, it strains to bear it,
Never can I quite say what I mean,
Fighting at the words,
That tighten around my throat,
Constricting my breathing,
Smothering smoke.
My poetry is ashes,
It cannot stand on its own,
Ashes from ashes,
It will return again.
My mind has
I cling to the words on the page,
As if they're something of value,
"The pen is mightier than the sword" they say,
Sure. Tell me again- I'll pretend to believe you.
I make-believe that my writings have meaning,
Not just the ramblings of someone half-gone mad.
If I use punctuation, and clever wording, perhaps,
It will make up for my lack of pizzazz.
Yet the words still tumble,
Though devoid of merit,
I'd be surprised if anyone is even listening.
I try to be profound,
But come out quite shallow,
At least that's what I think that I'm missing.
"The rhyming is cliche!", "The wording isn't stable!"
My vocal, inner critic strikes aga
Screaming.
Screaming.
Why can't my brain stop
Seething,
Seething?
I'm over it,
My heart is breaking,
Shattered,
Though I'm not too sure why
This pain, though invisible, is far too inevitable
And the depth of this misery is unknown
Though I wish I could stop, I do not know what to think
My world is washing with the trash down the sink,
Torment, I say, my heart, it strains to bear it,
Never can I quite say what I mean,
Fighting at the words,
That tighten around my throat,
Constricting my breathing,
Smothering smoke.
My poetry is ashes,
It cannot stand on its own,
Ashes from ashes,
It will return again.
My mind has
Unbelievable Hyperrealistic Pencil Drawings by danlev, journal
Unbelievable Hyperrealistic Pencil Drawings
Hyperrealism is a genre of visual arts that resembles a high-resolution photograph. Here are some jaw-droppingly talented hyperrealistic pencil artists on deviantART.
Wet 3 by Sean Barman (V-4-VENGEANCE)
Food by imaginee
Sensazioni by DiegoKoi
Old man pencil by francoclun
Guiding Star by Scott56
An elderly man by FairyARTos
Girl by FairyARTos
Ian Somerhalder by FairyARTos
Angelina Jolie by Rajacenna
Pencil Illustration by LopezLorenzana
Originally answered on Quora:
What are some of the most realistic pencil drawings you have come across?
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Yeeeeah.. I've been gone for a while now. Sorry about that.
I've been rather busy with the start of school, renovation (will post pics someday) and vacation, which we promptly took the week after the beginning of school. I know, excuses, excuses. But really! I've been trying to allow myself a bit more freedom offline. And socializing with people... outside *shudders*
Anyway. I do hope to be returning soon. And getting more things done.
I need a schedule.
x
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