A collection of photographs from a variety of artists, some that are really underappreciated. Just by giving one minute of your time to write constructive comments, favourites and even watches will make a great difference.


Round and round in circles, Just like the teddy bears,
Up stairs and down stairs, With spiders in my hair,
Screaming out to no-one, No one's ever there, One step, two step, I killed the teddy bears.














She cannot breathe, esophagus torn out
and laying limp.
Feeling as if oxygen isn't needed, with wires in place of veins, blood drained, and running on batteries.
Somehow she is more alive than ever, but this pain won't stop as they continue throwing knives into her chest and wrists.
A nude human dartboard, and she knows that this to shall pass, but can just barely wait to
Breathe again.










Why don't you recoil? Why don't you flinch? Show distaste or anger? Why won't you at least give me that satisfaction? Why won't you just stay away?
I know that it disgusts you That the knowledge of it, rests on your shoulders Whispering venomous things, when you see me When you speak and lord over me I can't help but fear and hold back
Curl over myself, for defensive Curl over myself, so it's like you aren't there anymore Then I can pretend, like it's all okay,
Pressing my knees into my eyes, biting my swollen lips Pr






You are unaware Of the hot pools bleeding From your frame They do not mix
Can't you hear Behind the haunted coils Corners meet But not the ends
Glass panes the size Of flies crawl across you Those hot pools Are violent now
You are unaware Splintering on a Foreign Plane Between our eyes
Man, you should be so Picasso paints a dog Church window Chinese dragon
I am undone!



There are no words to describe how I feel anymore No rhymes or sentences
The gut-wrenching terror, the explosive rage And sometimes the emotion runs so thick and so deep words don't even exist anymore. I don't even exist anymore
Thrashing and exploding.
Struggling with myself.
Hate.
Anger.
Terror.
Vomit.
Nothing exists.
&nbs




i can't breathe . my chest hurts . it's so hot . burning . my face hurts . my hands clawed at it . ripped out my hair . tried to get some peace
. (piece?)
. my head hurts . my thoughts
. are stuck . there's no way
. out . trapped . unsolvable problem . my knees . are shaking . earthquake . i can't stand . i can't stand this .




Have you ever had one of those nights? You know the ones I'm talking about...
You're driving home after dark, completely sober. It rained earlier, so there's a thick blanket of fog over the ground. You're listening to your favorite radio station, and everything's going smoothly. Then, the idiot behind you turns off his highbeams, plunging the inside of your car into near-total darkness, and you panic. Suddenly, all those horror movies you're so fond of start flooding your brain. Next time you look in the rearview, there's someone staring back at you. You grip the wheel tighter. You know that you were alone when you go


LOCKED IN THE BEDROOM FOR WEEKS, I GUESS THE LOSS OF SENSE, OF EXISTENCE, OF TIME IT'S JUST THE BEGINNING OF ALL THE MADNESS (WHICH WAS LOCKED INSIDE ME FOR SO LONG) AND ALSO THE END OF SOMETHING...DON'T KNOW WHAT EXACTLY... NIGHT IN, NIGHT OUT...FOR DAYS ON END I WRITE SOME NON SENSE SHIT ON CRUMBLED PAPERS (WHAT NOW ARE ALL OVER THE FLOOR) WHEN I RAN OUT OF PAPER, I'LL WRITE ON THE WALLS, ON THE FLOOR, WHEREVER, THE TRICK IS TO KEEP MY MIND BUSY...
LAYED DOWN ON THE BED, WITH THE BLANKET COVERING MY HEAD THE SOUNDS OF DARKNESS MAKES ME DEAF AND MUTE, SCARED I SAW THEM..THEY WERE THERE...DANCI

Devious Comments
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MY ENGRISH is BROKEN, SORRY
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your TV, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: I AM FREE
i should still do something, anyway. explore my psychological dysfunctions with arts... that's what art is for, after all.
*sometimes one forgets*
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MY ENGRISH is BROKEN, SORRY
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your TV, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: I AM FREE
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How Much Difference Does it Make?
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
- Pearl Jam.
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MY ENGRISH is BROKEN, SORRY
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your TV, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: I AM FREE
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How Much Difference Does it Make?
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
- Pearl Jam.
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