| I am proud of this photo. I still can't believe what a lucky shot it was. |


The Poem.The poem walked down the road with a pen, and began to write on his hand. If someone were to peer over his shoulder, this is what they’d see. -the dusty road. -all strange -cottage-like…hmmmm, maybe? Not sure. -coke-can -the idea, turning point. -stumble on can, not big deal. -get out pen. -start… -the poem walked down a dusty, deserted road. Nothing seemed familiar here. The buildings along the sides were like nothing he had ever seen. They were so small. Cottage-like. And yet, they still towered over him in a powerful, demanding way. Down to his feet he looked, anThe Poem.
--
How to get pageviews!
--
How to get pageviews!
--
Indulge on my piece of mind and ill cut you in half...
--
.:You can't kill heroes:.
Check out my gallery and leave constructive critisizm please! <3
[link]
--
Indulge on my piece of mind and ill cut you in half...
--
.every comments or/and favs are welcome
.if you use any of my art please note me
.thank you for enjoying my gallery
--
--
i hope you see me smile.
---
[link]
Previous Page123Next Page