UntitledWhy are people so cruel?Untitled by vansc14
Is it that HARD to be nice?
Does it really take that much time
To be nice to other?
Is it easier to be mean?
Is it easier to ignore others?
Why do people feel the need to put others down?
If the saying
"be the change you want to see In the world"
Then why is it any surprise
That the world is as cruel as it is?
Why are we surprised that there is so much pain?
The wandererThe wander was close to giving up,The wanderer by vansc14
So many villages has rejected him.
Some simply rejected him to even enter,
Others let him in but then beat him up and forced him away.
These villages hurt the wanderer a lot,
Both physically and emotionally,
They made him feel unwelcome.
This villager had had enough,
He had given up trying to find a village to stay in,
He stayed away from any village he came close to.
He spent many lonely nights in the desert,
Licking his wounds,
Trying to forget the pain.
He was wandering the desert one say,
And he saw a beautiful oasis,
But he stayed away from it.
He knew it must be a mirage,
He knew it was too good to be true,
He knew that if he went to the oasis,
It would only bring him pain.
Yet he didn't keep going,
He stayed near the oasis,
He watched it for a while,
Looking for any sign of danger.
Several days passed,
The wandered saw no danger at all,
He began to let his guard down a bit.
The wanderer began to investigate the oasis,
He was so sure it was a mi
VoidThe void,Void by vansc14
The empty hole,
Created by loss,
The loss of a good friend,
A friend who I no longer care about,
They no care about me.
This empty hole,
It needs to be filled,
Filled with someone who cares,
Someone who I care about,
Someone I can trust.
The empty hole,
It is waiting,
Waiting for someone
To come along
And fill it.
But the hole
It will not accept anyone,
It will only accept those
Who truly care.
The loss of their support,
it leaves me weak,
There is no support
To keep it from breaking me.
Try not to cry...>>> > Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,Try not to cry... by vansc14
> >>> > He told his friends that it was cool,
> >>> > And when he pulled the trigger back,
> >>> > It shot with a great crack.
> >>> > Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,
> >>> > I went to
> >>> > school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
> >>> > But Mommy, when I went to school that day,
> >>> > I never said good-bye,
> >>> > I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
> >>> > When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,
> >>> > And all because Johnny Got the gun from his older brother.
> >>> > Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
> >>> > And please tell Trevor; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a
> >>> >crush.
> >>> > And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now, And tell
> >>> >my
> >>> > dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,
> >>> > And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;
> >>> > Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.
The journeyThe end has come,The journey by vansc14
The long journey is finally over.
It has been filled with ups and downs.
It has been filled with happiness and pain.
Now, it is finally over.
You look back at all that has happened,
You begin to remember the good times,
The happiness along the way,
And you want to go back.
But then you remember the bad times,
All the pain the journal has caused,
All the scrapes, bruises and scars,
Some which may never fully heal,
And you turn away from the journey.
You look at what you accomplished,
And what it cost you to get there.
You sacrificed many things along the journey,
Many late nights spent planning your next move,
Many days spent worrying about what has happened,
Or what might happen next.
You look back and see all the things
That you could have done better.
You regret doing some of them,
For you know that they were not right.
But, in the end,
You realize what you did was right.
Though, it may not feel that way,
You may feel like you were wrong,
That you should have done b
HeatFire burning within,Heat by vansc14
Rage boiling inside you,
Building up more pressure,
Threatening to burst.
Fire and rage,
A concoction of emotions,
Boiling from within,
Threatening to consume you.
Fighting fire with fire,
Neutralizing the boiling soup
With something even hotter,
Not just any,
Just like how you feel,
HissssssA phone,Hissssss by vansc14
Broken and crackling,
Broken out of anger,
The anger caused
By what had been said.
It’s screen smashed in,
Punched out of anger,
The anger caused
By what it had displayed.
Emitting nothing but static,
Waiting for a message to come,
Waiting not for just any message,
But waiting for a very specific one.
It had been active for a while,
Ringing out stories
Night and day,
But no one had listened.
The radio gave up,
But still active,
Just shouting out static.
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The ClimbClimbing slowly,The Climb by vansc14
Pushing through the pain,
Trying to reach the top.
Your best friend helping you,
Helping you climb,
Until that argument.
That best friend kicked you
Kicked you off the mountain,
Into the pit of despair.
There you lay,
When a hand reaches in,
To pull you out.
A new person,
To help you back to the top.
You climb together,
Helping each other
When they are about to fall.
Nearing the top again,
The person has become your friend,
You told stories during the climb,
They know you,
You know them.
People had begun to watch your climb,
Ever since your first fall.
They watched eagerly,
Silently hoping that you would make it.
They supported you,
Without you ever knowing.
Nearing the peak for a second time.
Your new friend turns around,
They kick you in the stomach,
All the pain returns,
All the sorrow,
You fall again.
Falling off the mountain
Into a pit of despair.
Those people watching,
They were right behind you,
Ready to catch you if you fell.
You fall sc
A PenguinA penguin,A Penguin by vansc14
Freezing in the cold,
It’s friend went away,
Leaving it all alone.
A penguin shivering,
Not feeling the warmth
Of the compassion it deserves.
Its friend was forced away,
It did not want to stay.
The friend wants to
Come back to the penguin,
But it lost it’s way.
Now both are lost,
In the freezing cold.
Neither feeling the warmth
Of the compassion
That the other once gave.
The other hates them,
They both want
To be friends again.
GuiltBrought on by your wrongful deeds,Guilt by vansc14
That heavy feeling in you chest,
The burden of your sins,
Weighing you down.
All brought on
By the person
Who you wronged.
They push you down,
Putting stress on you.
They remind you of your sins,
Guilting you to no end.
The unbearable pain,
Of your misdeeds.
It sits on your back,
Weighing you down.
A never ending whisper in your ear,
Reminding you constantly.
The reminder of what you did
Sits in you chest like a lead weight.
The Curse I Must BearA poison,The Curse I Must Bear by vansc14
One that corrupts all it touches,
That leeches from me,
Harming those nearest to me.
Poison that affects people slowly,
Slowly harming them,
Slowly causing irreversible damage,
Slowly causing them to hate me.
It is my curse,
My curse for all the pain I went through,
A curse that was not meant
For those I care about,
Those are the only ones
Who dare come near.
Meant for those who harm,
For those who harm me.
When those who harm me
Are my friends,
Slowly affecting everyone who meets me,
Slowly turning them against me,
Slowly making them hate me,
It is my curse.
It cannot be contained,
Like a virus,
It infects everyone.
I hide away.
Hide away from everyone,
Not letting anyone near.
Shoving them away if they do
I cannot prevent it from harming,
I have to hide,
Hide myself from others,
So that they will not feel the pain,
The pain caused by the poison.
The poison created by the harm
I am interested in many types of art. Literature is one of my favorites. Specifically books and short stories. I paint a lot as well. I enjoy the pointillism style of painting similar to Georges Seurat.
I make my abstract style paintings using an app on my iPad called Art Set which is $0.99 on the iOS App Store (not a paid advertisement, I just love the app so much)
All of my abstract paintings are original. I came up with the styles myself, not really influence by any abstract artist at all. Just try new things now and then, seeing what I like and what I don't like.
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