Heyooo steemians, id like to start this post with a thank you to you that always have been there with me. Ill take my leave now... A wise man once said; stop while its good. Steem on!

Well here again.. you and me I guess.. lets look at the new drawings of mine shall we? Let me know your thougts. See ya in the next one. ^^

Well, here i am again.. im back with another.. this time i wanted to draw buildings.. and at first i didnt care to much aboute the detail.. more so just about the practicall design. So it started small.

Madness comes to those, that Sadness closely holds. Life is fragile, until deaths Scythe through it goes. Right will it never be. Sight will let you see. Tools to use, on you. Fools will not think through.

Well, I just had to make another drwing. This to is a woman. Give me your thoughts and keep on steeming! ^^ THUMBNAIL:

Well, hello there steemians. Do you get bored often?? Then we are in the same boat. We tend to try find something to do when we get bored, and I usually draw small picturer, characters or weapondesigns.

Warning: Important to note that this is fiction and not reality, take the story below with a grain of salt. A BUSS DRIVES BY A buss drives by, you can clearly see the distain everyone standing has for

I saw him today, again, Today he looked back, What should I say? Nothing, Empty words? Words I lack, Sometimes I pray, I´m praying, Today he will, share feelings back, Not just, per say, just saying, He

Negativity, hatred, anger and other evil thoughts, feelings and actions. Evil can´t be created, just passed on, just as a child is born innocent, but can be raised to kill with no goal, meaning or thought

Here is a haikyuu I made today. I hope it´s to you steemians liking. I can see them all On a line, doors to a stall The stairs go on high, hope I dont fall By: The Wise

Om jeg kunne, så skulle jeg gjordt det. Ikke alltid jeg kan, har lyst eller krefter til det. Noen ganger så skulle jeg ønske jeg fikk gjordt det, mens andre ganger går jeg inn blindt. Jeg vet ikke mye,

Så her sitter jeg da. Jeg vet ikke liksom helt hva jeg gjør her, men her sitter jeg. En stol er det jeg sitter på. Den er laget av en veldig hard plast som er farget i en svart tone. Minner litt om

Her skin isnt perfect, But its soft. She doesnt fit in that, Bot it looks soft. I dont like the ideas Boys and girls in clothes Made for less Than the cost of shipping nontheless. Im sick and tired Of

The world are faded, people are consumed by hatred, lust and greed, they have a need to show them selvse for others, they have a need to dominate, they are consumed by jealusy and cant get enough. They

Well, here we are. Hello steemians/readers of this shorttext. I'd like to say that I'll post a translated version some time tomorrow. Maby even today. Idk, well just have to see. But enjoy the read the

A mix of cold and warm, its what makes up our world. We see the colours in different, yet similar ways. Some bright and some dark, some varm and some cold, some flicker and some static. They sorround us

I was once on a hunt, searching for love. I found and lost many a girl, though i didnt give up. Then came the summer, the summer before I met you, this summer came and went away without me, and there I

Hello steemians/readers of this perticular post. Today I got inspired by one of @artlover ´s new posts. He made a doodle (as he calls it), and I don´t really know why, but I got inspired to write this

A new paragraph, that’s what it is. I write and I write, paragraph upon paragraph with no end. They want content, and I have an apartment I rent. I stop up and look back at my paragraphs, at their structure