Lets Get Creative

In the innocence of my youth i was led into darkness,
By the promise of pleasure i was led far astray
Not knowing the harm or the pain i inflicted,
I gave in to temptation day after day.
Years went by in this sad twisted cycle,
Until i awoke to the knowledge that something was wrong
That my body was crying for a break from the torment,
And my soul had been singing a cold bitter song
At first a deep sorrow burdened my heart
A sorrow borne by my shame and regret
But suddenly a light was shone deep inside me,
As a whisper bid me "do not despair yet".
From failure i forged a strong suit of armor
I tempered my sword with the sting of my tears.
Forward i marched into the fray of the battle,
In a war that would last for many long years
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Still today i gaze on that same battlefield,
Strewn with the corpses of the days gone by.
But just as my body grows weary from battle,
I can see a bright sunrise painting the sky.
With this new day i will rise from the ashes,
Of the shame and sorrow that has burdened my days
And i will feel the cool breeze of mornings caress,
And be lovingly kissed by the suns golden rays.
All of the pain and the scars ive collected
Will vanish in a moment of rapturous delight
I will forever bathe in the glory of morning,
Never again to be a victim of night

 

Y'all keep it up! Good work.

 

back when I was broke in college, I made art for my family and friends cause I couldn't afford gifts. this is one of my favorites:

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for this one I found an old led zeppelin concert ticket, blew it up on some printing paper, then antiqued the paper by pouring coffee on it and drying it in the oven. then I made a stencile from an image I found on Google, filled it in with sharpie, then stuck it in a one dollar frame from the thrift store. and just like that I gotta super rad gift for almost no cost. definitely time consuming though

 

Thanks, i like yours too.

 

Nice! Thats pretty cool

 

In my reboot log, I've posted several sonnets and other free verse poems to help me sort through the addiction.

Here's one I wrote after a bad relapse:

Not Where I Ought To Be

Over fifty days I lingered in the true,
over fifty days I vanquished every doubt
and threw my happy cry into the blue
sky of the mind and mapped the route
of triumph to seas of great constancy
I carried in my soul. Those were days
I cherished, though I still consciously
beat back sin, and had to blow the haze
of lust away at times. Then one night
I wandered off the road and found a smile
hanging in the dark. Afraid, ready to fight,
I stood my ground; taunted. And a vile

shadow overtook the world. With utter glee,
the smile said: "You're not where you ought to be."​