soooo I'm painting a pair of extra-hi-top converse right now... gotta prime 'em first.... I had primer all over my hands and decided to inadvertantly prime my forehead. -____- AWESOME SAUCE.
ANYWAYS. Cheshire Cat converse in process...
they will be Bad. Ass. >:D
Also, I'm chillin' at mah house alone... something nice that I don't get to do all that often :3 gotta blast them beats and just JAM. Its how we do it. xD
Artistic-ness is flowing over the top... feelin awesome :D xD
Fair falling,
Mason
i said bet you can't bet you can't rock it like that
bet you can't bet you can't rock it like that
bet you can't bet you can't rock it like that
bet you can't bet you can't
do do do do do do
like me
so fresh so clean
this beats crazy this beats obscene
this shits laced with shit so mean
mean mean
~Do It Like This by Black Eyed Peas ((AKA the song I'm Jammin' to right now))
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Those Choking Hands
She was
being choked
by the restrictions
of those hands,
those lying hands
that told her
she was free,
told her she
could spread
her wings
and fly.
She couldn't
see through their
lies until it
was too late;
too late to
turn back.
It was a
constant battle
to try to
breathe; to
try to let
the wind
brush past
her feathers.
In the end,
it was her
thirst,
her want
for freedom,
that burned
those hands,
that cast them
away, like shedding
her skin.
And she flew
away, leaving
behind the
binding chains
that kept her
from spreading
her wings.
~~~~~
meh, not a favorite poem of mine, but I'm just writing from a character's perspective ((as usual)), who actually has wings, so I guess this poem's not all that metaphorical :3
~Mason
being choked
by the restrictions
of those hands,
those lying hands
that told her
she was free,
told her she
could spread
her wings
and fly.
She couldn't
see through their
lies until it
was too late;
too late to
turn back.
It was a
constant battle
to try to
breathe; to
try to let
the wind
brush past
her feathers.
In the end,
it was her
thirst,
her want
for freedom,
that burned
those hands,
that cast them
away, like shedding
her skin.
And she flew
away, leaving
behind the
binding chains
that kept her
from spreading
her wings.
~~~~~
meh, not a favorite poem of mine, but I'm just writing from a character's perspective ((as usual)), who actually has wings, so I guess this poem's not all that metaphorical :3
~Mason
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Fair Falling
I'm trying
to move from
the dark to
the light,
but I'm moving
further away
as my hate
turns to spite.
It's like trying
to fall up
rather than go
down, much
like Alice
falling below
the ground.
And still
I hear them
whisper softly
in my ear,
"Keep your
heart and
mind away
from fear."
But, through
crushed hopes
my heart will
not heal,
and soon
within me
I lose the
ability to feel.
The shadows
speak to me
through words
filled with
spite,
They whisper,
"Fair Falling"
as I fall further
away from light.
to move from
the dark to
the light,
but I'm moving
further away
as my hate
turns to spite.
It's like trying
to fall up
rather than go
down, much
like Alice
falling below
the ground.
And still
I hear them
whisper softly
in my ear,
"Keep your
heart and
mind away
from fear."
But, through
crushed hopes
my heart will
not heal,
and soon
within me
I lose the
ability to feel.
The shadows
speak to me
through words
filled with
spite,
They whisper,
"Fair Falling"
as I fall further
away from light.
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