The Skeleton Key.With your head in your hand and your torso covered In 1920's couture You admit that you are chronically lovestruck in a world where that is not enoughThe Skeleton Key.
Hitler wore dresses and lipstick Mussolini never trusted himself to do what was right Stalin sang in the shower. Do you feel better about yourself yet?
Your life is in your hands And who is going to take it, who is going to break it? Note to self: You are not as bad as you think you are.
I lost the skeleton key to your sanity And I am sorry.
You never needed me, or anyone else.
Hollywood Apostle.Welcome to your luxury Your path is paved with gold Bricks that scream security Optimist, serenity Born into a metaphorical monarchy Of modern-day reality A chosen face in a crowd of people Your face is bright, and such a sight To a world with chronically sunken eyes The eye of the storm, the storm in their eyes I'd say you've won, but you've just begunHollywood Apostle.
Hollywood Apostle
You're the only one who can save them
Oh, and welcome to the machine.
Lungs LockedBloody, faker Featured in that travel brochure Died from a bayonet wound to the soul But tell me, where do winter children go?Lungs Locked
Oh, the terror! Oh, it's obsolete And it's cowering at your feet To reclaim the glory you took from it Something tangible, something palpable Not worth money Not worth dialogue But is it worth saving? It is it worth salvaging? It's crawling out of a submarine That locked your lungs and sunk your eyes That makes you soft at young ages And dooms to work jobs At minimum wages
You don't Need &nbs
Bloody Sailors.I see these bloody sailors, biting plumbing pipes And I love them from afar I love them from afar.Bloody Sailors.
They... They look like me today. Their eyes are the color of a lake Like supernovas filled with toxic waste Their skin is pale, like Xerox paper They are drained. The day is still young. Eyelids fall to an ominous chorus Drooping eyes to pass the time.
These chartreuese flowers are some sort of sedative My skin is itching for their touch, like velcro to my skin I'm still hoping for an escape, under your skin.
And oh, we cry when
And the lights are low.
Super.
Liart66:
THIS IS A PERSONAL MESSAGE FROM HER SOUL:
I believe in all of artists who support me by watching my work.
My gallery is extensive and conceptual.
For a person to take interest in my style of art, it requires impressive intelligence and the ability to view "art" through the mind of it's creator.
Every time I see a new watcher/supporter on my messages, I always investigate them. I may not respond or comment, but I do follow. I have not been let down by any single person on my list:
[link]
truly I have an amazing group of thinkers on my page/side. It humbles me to know my simple display of art is appreciated because it is the people who support me that inspire me to keep pressing forward with projects.
MY MOST IMPORTANT PIECE OF ART TO DATE
I am hoping *with my fingers crossed* that those who have taken the time to fumble through my vast gallery would grant me one favor:
pretty pretty please:
VIEW MY LATEST PIECE AND LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS ON IT AS WELL AS YOUR VIEWS OF THE CONCEPT.
it would mean the world to me and all of the people who put countless hours into the prep of it.
IN ADDITION TO A SIMPLE CLICK, FULL VIEW, SCROLL, READ AND POSTED COMMENT.
I ASK THAT YOU VIEW THE JOURNAL POSTED FOR MY co-op, ( i am the creator of a true artist's co-op with many members, it is a dream of an entire city and is set in the motion of expanding internationally )
this is a simple favor to ask because i do the same for everyone who requests this of me, knowing that I have little time to even click to view. Supporting artists is what deviantART is about. Art is nothing without opinions on it... good, bad, or indifferent.
CLICK THE LINKS BELOW TO HELP SUPPORT AND BUILD A TRUE ART COMMUNITY, NOT ON THE NET BUT IN TANGIBLE FLESH AND TEARS FROM THE STRUGGLE OF TRYING TO STAY STRONG ENOUGH TO EXPRESS YOURSELF AFTER REJECTIONS, INSULTS, AND SHARP TONGUED OPPOSERS
THE LINKS *crosses fingers that you will take time to read*
[link] < the piece
[link] < the journal
[link] < my main page
through the stars i will bless all those who care about art, artists, and dreams. I will grant my true supporters any wish they chose. Karma is a good thing.
i truly thank all the people who take the time, as it does humble me to no end.
Sarah Lester
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There's One Thing We Can Never Find Though We All Believe We've Obtained It.
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cotton candy and a
rotten mouth you know
you're so fucked up
find me there, love!
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Time is the bandage.
"She's a bitch... I called her a bitch right in front of her tits!"
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Forget t-shirts, I sell naughty things: [link]
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SQ - Fotodesign
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