In case you’re asking, no, I did not draw this image you see here. It’s one of many drawings I found on this website I just stumbled upon this morning called Drawception.com where from what I understand reading the site’s info section is about playing these ...

See me, I’m a curled up joint of broken reflections
Save me the medicine, I’m lookin’ at you.
Hear me, I’m a howling chorus breaking drums
Save me the medicine, I’m talking to you.
Feel me, I’m sore, bare and cold feeling everything
Save me ...

Inhale, the calm of a time now broken
Exhale, the balm of a sinister grave
Inhale, the song of a star awakened
Exhale, the gong of an ominous day
Inhale, the fang of a blood still aching
Exhale, the bang of a beautiful way


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Frozen ripples cracking in the glade
Blades so fine in between
Solemn metals clashing in the field
Yields of time in between
Broken rattles gatling in the cold
Molds to mind in between


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Your heart’s beating inside the hourglass
Orbiting your soul system it comes to pass
Begging for a new season to amass
Alas, white shadows still lasts–shrinking
But the earth is now drinking and the silver shifts to brass
Your heart’s still beating in the hourglass


NaaN (Now ...

Lights upon a fading sky.
Whipping the night to encircle the dead
Blocks are talking to your I.
Curve them a wave and encircle them red
Joys comes dancing you goodbye
A smile so wide it will encircle your head


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

This is gonna be sort of a follow up on the last article newspost I made. I’ve been trying to follow the advice that was given to me last time and I feel like it has already yielded some promising results. Problem is I’m still frustrated. Still conflicted ...

The safe days turned to open craters
The safe days are gone
The sound days became alarming sensors
The sound days are gone
The sure days burned to fuming cinders
The sure days are gone
And yet—the zen days laid their calming embers
The zen days still come


NaaN ...

Been circling the spread for far too long
When will we ride the wind again
Predicting the march and it’s always wrong
How will we free the flow again
Now unleashed to fill the void with song
Finally, we can begin again


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

I’m gonna be honest with you guys here today. I’ve been a bit frustrated lately, and it has to do with my own creative process. This a struggle that I think many of us here can relate to. We have this story, or even a number of stories ...