| This is my entry for the Canadian Thoroughbred Horse Society of Alberta's 1st annual art competition. The theme is 'Capture the spirit of the Thoroughbred/Thoroughbred Racing'. This is a drawing of Jessica Hampf and her 15 yr old TB named 'High Society III'. They have competed in Rolex a number of times with Canada's national eventing team. Drawn with graphite  |
Old RegretsAre you sleeping with your old regrets?Old Regrets by ~Pokecatcat
Does it feel better to go back to them?
What is it about those memories that pulled you back?
Away from me.
How do they triumph what we had?
Does the burn from a renewed flame drag you back?
Do you hope those old regrets will soothe you?
It's like you expect hot coals to cool you.
Does she lift you up; make you smile in your sleep like I did?
Or can she do it better?
Has she always done it better?
Can someone who broke your heart fix you?
What if she does.
SnakeThere was this boy who,Snake by ~Pokecatcat
drank too much and smoked too much,
drove his truck too fast,
and broke too many hearts.
This boy had the eyes of a snake,
Cunning, awaiting their next victim,
yet still they were as green,
and as deep as the ocean.
Then there was this girl who,
believed in his pretty words,
and shared with this boy,
parts of her nobody else knew.
This girl had a heart of innocence,
never kissed a boy,
never held a hand,
never fell in love.
So here came this boy,
chasing his prey,
stealing first her heart,
and then ripping at it with his fangs.
Such a boy cared not of her,
but of how many more like her,
he could make love him,
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Lessons LearnedWho decided this?Lessons Learned by ~Pokecatcat
That to learn a lesson, we must be battered down to the jagged ground.
For us to realize what's good for us, we must first experience the deepest, merciless pain.
It is the only way, it seems.
Perhaps, someone one day said, that for us to learn anything we must be given hopes and dreams and wishes.
Perhaps a person was thrown into our life path; a person who's tainted heart we could only blindly see the gold in.
And then,
Just when we allowed ourselves to believe that what we had was a glorious gift and blessing,
And when our hearts were swelling with love telling us that we finally had something,
Someone decided to rip it
| Here is my newest work. It's showcased here so please enjoy it! |
pretty little poet fingersfabricated gods rest between thepretty little poet fingers by ~PrussianPersephone
languid crevices of
her fingertips, scribbling profanities
all over her skin.
she's just mismatched bones
& blue bruises, telling of forbidden
love through archaic letters.
a tongue made for
wanderlust, & eyes made
for the stars,
even the devil fears her.
| These are a few of the bits of artwork I felt needed my favouritism. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. |
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