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Literature
Guillotines and Magazines
I heard some crass noise
These folk`s voice had deployed
With a radiant scream that could make a king retire
As they rage and rejoice, dancing inside the fire
Looking to fly that umbra flag over the entire empire
Old rules and fools drool all need to expire
Search a nerve to uncover and poke it with some sharp iron
The guillotine is sharpend
It lies ready for action
The muscles tighten in your neck and
The the ravens count their blessings
Don't mess with it
Hungry people know where the food's at
Don't mess with it
Replacing suffering with suffering is no solution but it feels good
Don't mess with it
Be scared inside your tower. Because the clock got stuck on your 11th hour
We'll mess with it
I wear a cloak from wich I draw human hearts
It's a masque of anarchy and it gives of rust red sparks
Corroded gold standard. Why is getting along a lost art?
Fuck it. I dye my sails blood red when the orcs march
The Ulama players all know what leaves the worst mark
Because they know inside leaders
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Literature
You Gotta Fight For Your Bragging Rights
I have a new dream...
I want to hot box inside a culled tank...
...Extra points if that fucker is ivy covered
Down in the meadows its down in mud
Where the scum 24/7 got it good
Here you can kick it with some rest for the wicked
It's all over, toss boulder, on my shoulder a smashed cricket
And as soon as it's go time brush and plot thickens
A snitch gets stiched and I get plush pickings
Pigs look for truffles and herbs from shambeling pervs
But I got the cut of that that I deserve
No matter if we talk chems or razors
Rise in the morning to live of fruit and vapors
Because being a street smart wiz kid is an all-day-shift
Once you caught today's acorn you turn limpest biscuit
So much for limpid wisdom...
...If Fortuna had some pussy lips I'd kiss'em...
...Ruin it all with a webcam as a witness...
...Runing for your life to get some fitness
...Now do you run for your life, or after it?
Honestly, what do I care? I do a hang ten of it's roof to avoid the bus fare
Because life is no journey,
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Literature
3 Nails and 2 Boards
A man died for our sins, he said "Now you owe me twice!"
Same asshole that rocks the same metaphore times thrice
When stumble he's the first to remind you of his price
But when kids huddle in puddles of mud, he can't hear'em cry
A middle finger as dead ringer to the void up in the sky
Asking "Why is there a heaviest side on every die?"
So when you cast'em where the brush thickens and the rules do not apply
It's stones thrown among the peasants, as if they have to fight
They go from dei to genocide as if these fools do not realize
That they're a pebble hovering in nothing for a googol miles
Darkest night spills extra wide, your nihilisms justified, forever as the Nazgul flies
In this conflict fiction brought friction
Skip the meals, twist the children
Get'em young, abuse their feelings while a father figure is still appealing
In this system sinners simmer and belivers like beginners born in winter
MADNEZZ UNFILTERED!
Hard work is as hardship goes
I reject a philosopher whose knowledge i
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Literature
My shame is framed within my skin
YOUR HAPPINESS HURTS ME
I'm sorry...
...but it's true
I'm the most selfish scum to ever seperate itself from the seafoam
When I see you smile I want to escape into earthtones
For the self pity, somebody please hit me!
The conectivity isn't given between two links with too much missing
Three knuckles bleeding from four punches leading to five glasses
Aimed to produce a harder shell, the drops they're filled with are uncountable,
but they are not enough to save myself
When I found you we encountered so much sadness
But when it came to deeper feelings I was laughably passive
I guess I knew I'll never be good enough for that serenity stuff
When I see you smile I want to throw up
When I see you smile I want to burn down
When I see you smile I feel like a chance has left
When I see you smile nothing feels right
You see I'm torn in all direction
I don't hate the world, just my place in it
I want to take credit for your happiness so bad
I CANT!
I'm a worm, I'm dirt, I'm a junkie thrown to brea
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Literature
Apathy knows no bounds/depression knows no cure
The sun smiles through my window all inviting
I'm like: Sorry, not excited
I'm busy dreaming of car crash's wretched violence
Hit so hard the bumper started smiling
Morning hours; time for thriving
(Mourning hours; bent in silence)
Boring, sour, bitter, shrieking
Half dead, shrunken, little weakling
If I'm lucky this is just a nightmare
Irony doesn't fight fair
I want to be like you; forget to care
I want to be deaf, dumb and blindly stare
I want my brain to freeze
I want my mind to shut up
I want to choke on a mistress
I want simple routine
I want to forcast my life 365
I want to be like you
Because being me is a ship wreck and I don't know what to do
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Literature
Strung up/Strung out
Planes torn asunder by the bay of the brain
Workers grow, slave and die by their strain
Couples eat, sleep, fuck; for saftey an exchange of names
I stare plainly and wonder how do I fit into their reins?
Whenever the commoners take aim, it's to keep a routine in place
They're afraid that you're too alive and you won't walk their pace
Illusion is currency, currently highly regarded,
is the idea that money will keep you safe till morning
Forgetting that the universe is staunchly warping,
and that the variabels will come through to cause mourning
So I balance on their needle with wich I'd rather pierce their neck
How could I beg to differ as the 7 billionth man?
I'd rather create my own space and be a joker in your deck
But it was made clear it's not part of the plan
You'reoneofusI'moneofthemYou'llneverseethroughthefog
IdreamUdreamIscreamUscreamthesoundneverpiercesthefog
IsleepTheysleepTheyrefusetheREM.Ican'twakeup
I'mlikeafriendThey'relikeadrugYou'llneverleavethefog
UnlessUfightunafraidt
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Literature
An effort to waste some time
An engine rusts at the station
A dream boat crashes in the waves
Another curse these lips let escape
Ions shiver in anticipation
A storm so far not faced,
A shelter unbraced,
An evening misplaced,
That could’ve been used to clean simpler mistakes
Time wasted pacing, while the judges loom adjacent
Make haste, taste the statements made in shame and cliché
He who waits masturbates, put some Atlas in your shoulder blades!
Rust is unresting, and it fancies videogames!
Subpar behavior, fanfares betray her, unjust titled savior
Appalling failure, applaud the neighbors
They stuck it out through the kid’s noise and vapor  
Pencil on paper with a fancy for slang enablers,
Whom mystify the zoo keepers and rule makers
Entrapped in boonie acres, slipping amidst the anger
Where the yard rakers hand motion like salt shakers
Drum up some bangers! Until the cops say you can’t stay here
Then tag their top tear: “MY LOVE AND HATE BOTH SUCCUMBED TO FEAR!”
…I w
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Literature
At No Point Anywhere
A crow of chrome stares down the city lights
Bleeding lust, devoid of mind
Crawling marrow it’ll find
Tear the sleep from our spines
Reddened earth forget with time
In bluish smoke and redder wine
Things of our own ill design, we refuse to redefine
Looking just for words to say, ending up with bonds that break
All the rings and names we take, as our ships are setting sail
I hope that, at least you’ll find
Something to occupy your mind
As we lie to ourselves, the things we love make us numb inside
Tired of baiting every breath
The overture plays, the swans are in flight
The sound of rain, a mighty cry
The scales fall from my eyes, unveil the paradigm
That we can’t shift. Our lips turn pale
A reason to in and exhale
Grasped at by hands so frail, all of our attempts will fail
Trying just to make some sense
Tell me what’s the point my friend
If everything bought and spend fades away in the end
I hope that once I fall asleep
I will find some peace to keep
Even though
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Mature content
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Literature
The Song of Hill and Valley
Valley and Hill commence meeting everyday, unchanging
They're both used to encounter every persuasion unwavering
It's always about the River and his slopes
And wichever way the water just might flow
These talks are always filled with bad dramatizations
Sensationally creating the most garbage publications
Since the water will flow anyway, without asking admission
They both just suck air till earth's no longer listening
You see, the Fall may bring the flood and Summer lights the drought
But Hill and Valley just keep growing on Blood and doubt
Behind the Hill lies a field of crows and bones
And the Valley is pretty but the poison Ivy calls it home
Their words are empty as they clearley have forsaken
The idea of a garden blooming in their nourished nature
So the River drags the water urgently across the stones
The sleeping Giant doesn't wake, but his cracking joints moan
As time is wasted, headspace gets filled
Seems one thing ain't realised by Valley nor Hill
You can block the Air and Riv
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Literature
Mocap/Recap (December Ends)
The ending of the year simmers with sinners
Hellots sweating Bullets till winter picks a winner. Loser is Dinner.
Dined on by phantom culprits
Who handle the moshpit via flashing colors and soundbits.
December Morn's cigarette had me spun dizzy.
All the walk and talk on an odysse, weekly repeated shifty
Wreckage run down, spliff the 3rd lit swiftly, quickly.
Flames lick at gas and air so the pace won't turn too briskly.
A 1000 stupid satyrs dance through wine & whiskey.
Just know you can exist among, but never with me.
A Beer glass tilts on the brink
Champagne licked straight off your kink.
I'm caught between the highs of your drink lifting.
Afloat on salt water; people drowning and wood drifting.
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Literature
Fuck you Donald!
R.I.P to myself, there I said it! (and I meant it!)
Why do the currents flow so blandly and demented?
Harboring many a mechanism, but no chance to stick a wrench in
Just a large amount of shallow guarded by wretched henchmen
While you’re stuck in the mud trying to fork the last bean out the tin can
Their lips received sticking to the heels of a rich man
Those who toss over the shoulder never see where their trash lands
But your umbrella won’t save you when the landfill expands
I’d like to chase the bastards over their own hurdels to hurt’em
And as they topple over stick three prongs into their burden
For this purpose I’m rehearsing, because when they shut the curtain
My image sticks around as least fondly remembered servant, at least that’s certain
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Literature
Outcast Inserted
Thespian maneuvering like reptilians, with the nighttime comes the giving in. Simpleton tongue slithering over topics less then interesting. Mind malfunctioning, like when winter freezes the wasp’s sting. Can I get attention before morning, when the lark sings, and I turn into a pumpkin? Come girl! Help me pity binge. Since four drinks I’ve been zenless while the crowd looks tickled pink. Three legged dog slip and slide across the skating rink. Two war torn chucks placed firmly on the balcony brink. Finger raised to the peasants, it’s the middle one with the cig tar stink. The surroundings begin to sink as I think that “I’m just emotionally short-winged, short changed and held by weak links.” But as I regain focus via blink the nonsense wins and salt hits the wound again; just a pinch. Every epiphany is bludgeoned by the inner curmudgeon. Memo to self: To stagnate is not to accomplish something. So as I mingle where the booze is at, the daze becomes
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Literature
The Common Desire of Flight
„The day I learn to fly, I’m never coming down! “
The singer screamed towards an audience gasp
Hitting home in the dream and life gap
No wing spread but an iron around wrist clasp
The days are like a sword in a trembling hand’s grasp
Wishful thinking of ascension mangled by gravity
How’s a guy supposed to escape common calamity?
Running around looking for an exit from the compound
Big fuck you reading “Sorry, 404 not found”
Sorry mother, we’re earthbound now
Like a dead moth in a lamp I’ll sit and bow down
Any bug mechanism I could obtain to escape the system?
Any way for me to slip passed all goblins and ditch them?
Keep sneaking around towers filled with chilling hitmen
Not to climb out of, but scream paint at the brick fence
I talk to the kin folk through webs from a tin can
I’m sick of balancing between flood water and quicksand
I’m no longer down for garbage harvest and bomb threat writings
Nor being part of a sheep
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Literature
Sunrise #12328767 and counting...
Cloudy mist in the dawn sky
The world in the focus of a red eye
Slowly opening to a realm of crude chieftains
And lives falling like tap water leaking
Shimmying across an abstract canvas
But the art doesn’t provide any answers
No matter how much the big eye observes
It seems there is no direction in this world
If there was a god he would have long gone insane
The whole picture is just way too much to take
But that big if gets smaller the more it surfaces
That neither good, bad nor ugly serve inherent purposes
In the big eyes view, I sit cig lit on the roof
Among the pigeons rising to whatever their desiring
I want to cast stones downwards into cogs and iron
Despising the station as well as the road winding
But I climb down as usual from the eye’s sight
Back into life down the day to day incline
Since I know the fiery iris will be back tomorrow anyway
And I’ll holler back like “Same shit different day…”
…it’s alright but I’m not okay
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Literature
Transportation of the low-lives
Brain stuck between ear buds, shit out of luck, caught on the short bus
Irritated and inspired by what he saw on Lock, Stock (Spoiler: it was 2 smoking barrels)
But the young mind received too much “Bash and Mangle” as he was driven by some dude named
“Harold”
Harold was a 40-something close to 50 and spaced out he swiftly drifted corners
No one noticed the continuous maintenance of armor or ideas the guy has harbored
During all the years he dragged his corpse into the bingo parlor
He never gave a fuck about the little kids in the back, all he’d ponder
Is when he would see the kid’s parents holler from yonder
It always seemed a wonder when the day has ended
Which is when he steps to the bar to have his spirit mended
On lonelier nights the hours would get extended
Giving greedy love to the broken one-armed-bandit
That ain’t much of a wing flap with your head smashed flat; you can’t do a thing with that
But I digress, Harold wasn’t ha
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I heard some crass noise
These folk`s voice had deployed
With a radiant scream that could make a king retire
As they rage and rejoice, dancing inside the fire
Looking to fly that umbra flag over the entire empire
Old rules and fools drool all need to expire
Search a nerve to uncover and poke it with some sharp iron

The guillotine is sharpend
It lies ready for action
The muscles tighten in your neck and
The the ravens count their blessings

Don't mess with it

Hungry people know where the food's at

Don't mess with it

Replacing suffering with suffering is no solution but it feels good

Don't mess with it

Be scared inside your tower. Because the clock got stuck on your 11th hour

We'll mess with it

I wear a cloak from wich I draw human hearts
It's a masque of anarchy and it gives of rust red sparks
Corroded gold standard. Why is getting along a lost art?
Fuck it. I dye my sails blood red when the orcs march
The Ulama players all know what leaves the worst mark
Because they know inside leaders and gods are all pop art

Hey, sport! Wanna see a fresh corpse?
The politicians once again ravished the food court
But the lions lie in hiding to kill and eventually replace them
The tables have turned, but I find this place unfit to banquet, don't you?

The soldiers rock spears
The spears rock an enemie's dome
The enemie's dome is a container
And it may never have know
The meaning of what it was told
Leaders step up then fold
The rainbow contains no gold
The ground redishly soaked
The readily made them croak
They deserve what they got
Fuck them and the team they chose
No our blood don't run cold
We know what's good for ya'll
Why are these torches lit?
Huns come over the hill

Get with the program bitches

A)Slit a wrist after you kiss it
Or
B)entertain the opposition
Then commence step A as the
shoulders you stand on quiver as they witness

the

mask

comes

off

and

falls

.
.
.
.
.
.


down

Their all playing for a team, their all fiending for your dreams, their occupying all your scenes then put a flame to all the seams and it
                                               all
                                                 

                                                    falls


apart.

But that is just the usual cause then it
                                     all
                           
restarts: The guillotine is sharpend
         It lies ready for action
         The muscles tighten in your neck and
         Then the ravens count their blessings

         The vultures always had an inkling
         That we don't know what we're thinking
         The rats are all mobile but the sewer is misty
         So they keep squirming

         ALL OUT-GROUPS ARE EVIL! THE TRIBE WILL NEVER DECIVE YOU! THEIR NEWS FEED IS              
         BIASED! TO US THEIR NOT EQUAL! BECAUSE THEY DON'T REPRESENT EQUALITY LIKE WE DO!
         THEY ALL NEED TO BE SILENT! THEIR SPEECH GETS NO SEQUEL!

we don't even know who are brothers and sisters are no more
we all say give peace a chance please don't give us war no more
how could a parent ever say son we wont talk no more?
how could people cheer them on? I don't wann hear'em talk no more
When they say:
YOU DUMB WHORE! DON'T YOU FUCK WITH THESE FOLKS NO MORE!
WHAT DID WE FIGHT FOR ON THESE SHORES?!
WHAT DID YOUR FATHER DIE THERE FOR?!
HOW COME YOU CRY WHEN WE BEAT THEM FOR
WHAT THEY DONE!? ENSLAVE THOSE WHO ENSLAVED US BEFORE!
FREEDOM IS A STONE THROWN FROM A HIGH HORSE!

There is blood on the roots of this tree
It grows, but to what end? Shine a light make me see

Replacing suffering with suffering is no solution but it feels good

They'll mess with it
Guillotines and Magazines
I haven't posted here in for ever! ... I feel like I wrote that under my last 5 uploads... BUT ANYWAY! I got political again. This about my grievances with political movements, populist or otherwise, and the hypocrisy I find in the big modern ideology wars.
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I have a new dream...
I want to hot box inside a culled tank...
...Extra points if that fucker is ivy covered

Down in the meadows its down in mud
Where the scum 24/7 got it good
Here you can kick it with some rest for the wicked
It's all over, toss boulder, on my shoulder a smashed cricket
And as soon as it's go time brush and plot thickens
A snitch gets stiched and I get plush pickings

Pigs look for truffles and herbs from shambeling pervs
But I got the cut of that that I deserve
No matter if we talk chems or razors
Rise in the morning to live of fruit and vapors
Because being a street smart wiz kid is an all-day-shift
Once you caught today's acorn you turn limpest biscuit
So much for limpid wisdom...

...If Fortuna had some pussy lips I'd kiss'em...
...Ruin it all with a webcam as a witness...
...Runing for your life to get some fitness

...Now do you run for your life, or after it?

Honestly, what do I care? I do a hang ten of it's roof to avoid the bus fare
Because life is no journey, life is a suplex
So fuck you for asking me to do goosesteps
In do time I'll be alluded to true tests
But the trve kvlt is full of shit like bird nests

One day it's one for my show and two for your sorrow
Three for the crows who are the magpies of tomorrow
Four for the bagpipes on the fast lane to my deadline
Five bucks says six six six will make sure I'll be fine

...Cause the devil in us looks out for his kinship...
...Tightly knit nitwits get their wig split...
...Because unlike me you can't get a witness...
You Gotta Fight For Your Bragging Rights
This is about my mindset when I got my education as a street smart kinght of verminary.
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A man died for our sins, he said "Now you owe me twice!"
Same asshole that rocks the same metaphore times thrice
When stumble he's the first to remind you of his price
But when kids huddle in puddles of mud, he can't hear'em cry

A middle finger as dead ringer to the void up in the sky
Asking "Why is there a heaviest side on every die?"
So when you cast'em where the brush thickens and the rules do not apply
It's stones thrown among the peasants, as if they have to fight

They go from dei to genocide as if these fools do not realize
That they're a pebble hovering in nothing for a googol miles
Darkest night spills extra wide, your nihilisms justified, forever as the Nazgul flies

In this conflict fiction brought friction
Skip the meals, twist the children
Get'em young, abuse their feelings while a father figure is still appealing
In this system sinners simmer and belivers like beginners born in winter
MADNEZZ UNFILTERED!

Hard work is as hardship goes
I reject a philosopher whose knowledge is all home grown
If you look for donations
I'm sorry homie, no!
I wanna see some baphomets unleashed
ALL FOLKS LET'S GO!
3 Nails and 2 Boards
Haven't posted in a while. So I thought I come back with some blasphemy.
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YOUR HAPPINESS HURTS ME

I'm sorry...

...but it's true

I'm the most selfish scum to ever seperate itself from the seafoam
When I see you smile I want to escape into earthtones
For the self pity, somebody please hit me!
The conectivity isn't given between two links with too much missing
Three knuckles bleeding from four punches leading to five glasses
Aimed to produce a harder shell, the drops they're filled with are uncountable,
but they are not enough to save myself

When I found you we encountered so much sadness
But when it came to deeper feelings I was laughably passive
I guess I knew I'll never be good enough for that serenity stuff


When I see you smile I want to throw up
When I see you smile I want to burn down
When I see you smile I feel like a chance has left
When I see you smile nothing feels right

You see I'm torn in all direction

I don't hate the world, just my place in it
I want to take credit for your happiness so bad
I CANT!
I'm a worm, I'm dirt, I'm a junkie thrown to bread and water
I want to interlock our lips so bad
I CANT!

Ever cracking is the shell. I love you and I hate myself.
My shame is framed within my skin
My selfishness disgusts me. I am not the one. Why is this so unexceptable to me?
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The sun smiles through my window all inviting
I'm like: Sorry, not excited
I'm busy dreaming of car crash's wretched violence
Hit so hard the bumper started smiling

Morning hours; time for thriving
(Mourning hours; bent in silence)
Boring, sour, bitter, shrieking
Half dead, shrunken, little weakling

If I'm lucky this is just a nightmare
Irony doesn't fight fair
I want to be like you; forget to care
I want to be deaf, dumb and blindly stare

I want my brain to freeze
I want my mind to shut up
I want to choke on a mistress
I want simple routine
I want to forcast my life 365
I want to be like you

Because being me is a ship wreck and I don't know what to do
Apathy knows no bounds/depression knows no cure
It would be better to be stupid and unaware. Since ignorance is bliss, would you kindly knock me out? Everyone is dreaming, but no one is asleep.
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Eric
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I am a musician and acting student and I (mainly because of my singer/songwriter thing I got going on) also write alot. Mostly songs but also poems,storys and essays. I´m a guitarist, bassist and singer that was raised on punk music, and I still see myself as part of that subcultur and I am proud of its legacy and the marks it left on the world.
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oviedomedina Featured By Owner May 16, 2017
Thank you so much for the Watch! Hope you enjoy my gallery!
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HollywoodRaptor Featured By Owner May 16, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Your welcome. That's not a spelling error. This welcome is your's now. Feed it regularly.
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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hey there, Eric.  Thank you much for the fave!  :)
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HollywoodRaptor Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Man, I deserve no thanks for a button press. You deserve thanks for being a great artist! It's very refreshing to find a poet on this site that doesn't come off as full of himself and manages to avoid cliches so well. Keep it up.
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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, even more, for the kind words, man.  :)
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SheDares Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2015  Professional General Artist
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Welcome to BurdenedHearts, we are delighted to have you as part of the group!

Our group aims to help you:
:bulletblack: Meet new people.
:bulletblack: Talk about emotional issues.
:bulletblack: Meet people who may share similar experiences to you and benefit from their knowledge.
:bulletblack: Submit any emotional artworks (as long as they meet the DeviantART TOS).
:bulletblack: Learn more about emotional, mental and physical issues that may affect you.
:bulletblack: Find other online resources to help you through a tough time.
:bulletblack: Get inspired!

We hope you enjoy your time in the group and have a chance to interact with other members by posting responses and comments to our journals and the many pieces of wonderful artwork that we have submitted each day. We've found this is a great way for members to meet each other and find new friends who can help them through tough times.

You can add any deviations that are based on an emotional theme to our gallery: Literature, sketches, photography; anything as long as it is submitted to the correct folder and meets the DeviantArt TOS.

If you have any questions feel free to let us know, we'd love to help you settle in :meow:

~ Jenny
#BurdenedHearts Team
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HollywoodRaptor Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much. I'll try my best to provide the art this group deserves, and hopefully people also need right now.
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livingbut-not-really Featured By Owner May 1, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
I like your work.
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Dudet19 Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
thank you for the favorite :)
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HollywoodRaptor Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the good art! :)
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