ClimbThat feeling in your gutClimb by blinkjfg
When your dreams have been lifted
Then shattered smashed and finished off
That familiar feeling of a low part in your life
When you've been promised the world
Not globe on a shelf, not a lie
The familiar feeling of embarrassment
But not like this
Never like this
This is new
A new sensation
A new variation
On the old.
Out with the old, in with the new
You never thought of that phrase
Not in this way.
You've never felt this low
You've never felt such pride taken away
Never felt your dreams dashed
Never in this way
That lowly feeling
Surely you couldn't get lower
There are only two ways left
With your face planted firmly on the ground
You can only go up
Or stay here.
No more digging.
This is solid rock.
Painting With Matt SmithA young woman named Eva loved making art, and practiced painting all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical books, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Liverpool, and a portrait of Matt Smith that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby Deviants for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in painting to create the most beautiful deviation depicting paint running anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, Deviants!"Painting With Matt Smith by blinkjfg
No ReasonHappiness cut downNo Reason by blinkjfg
In an instant
Look to the future
Where all is bright.
Scars Of YouDids't thou think me forgotten, lost in time?Scars Of You by blinkjfg
Like some forgotten, misplaced manuscript?
I always loved you, was that such a crime?
Have the godly wings of Cupid been clipped?
No longer can I see the lovely beams;
Scorching your name, unto my very heart.
Yet now your very face, it haunts my dreams;
Your very actions tear my soul apart.
Yet, when I arise from the rabbit hole;
You'd think me invisible to your world.
Your eyes have both taken the form of coal;
Your tongue locked away tight, our love unfurled.
Forever you shall cut into my skin;
With blistering eyes of love that has been.
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