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Hero at the funeral. 💔

It took me only 2 weeks to get back to drawing but here I am!

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Basil and Sunny after telling the truth!

It's an unfinished drawing but I thought it was still cute 🌻❤️

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Tried my hand at a more creative drawing.

I still have to work on my hands 😭

This is Sunny's POV before the event.

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Happy Basil this time! Feauturing his camera, album and a white egret orchid!

Hopefully tomorrow I'll try to draw some of the Omori characters together.

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Here I come with a half finished drawing of Aubrey from Faraway town. I hope y'all like it. Not my proudest work but I like some aspects.

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Today I drew Basil and Something. Don't y'all love Basil?

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I made another one today! Captain Spaceboy!

Hopefully I can make my own OC or something like that after I practice a bit more.

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Aubrey and Mr. Plantegg for today! The head is a bit too big but I like it non the less.

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Some Omori art I made! This game made my therapist a lot of money 😭

I'm new at drawing as you may notice

Feedback is welcome!

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Small country

There was this small country,

In the middle of nowhere.

Where the people had enough.

There was this small country,

Full of lush forests.

Where the people finally stood up.

There was this small country,

Enduring for decades.

Where the people decided:

It’s time.

There is a new country,

Where people dance jubilantly,

Where justice finally rules.

There also was a world,

A world that looked on.

As it’s people yearn for change.

I wrote this one inspired by student protests in Serbia! It is important for people both home and abroad to be aware of the extent of Serbian governmental tyranny. Stand with the students! It's time for a change.

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On the brink

Somehow I made it.

Bloody and scarred.

I am free.

Yet it doesn’t feel that way,

What will fill the gap?

The bloody wound?

I am on the brink.

I just came out,

Tasting fresh air,

Yet I am desperate,

Desperate,

 for what I have lost.

Then I spot you.

Your glimmer,

Just as it is slight,

It is enchanting

My memories,

Almost disappearing.

I am on the brink,

Of forgetting.

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The Music

As the music dies down

And the guests clear out,

I sit there in dead silence, My smile turns to a frown.

As I stumble to bed,

And close my eyes,

I lay there in silence,

My emotions and thoughts dead.

As the dreams creep in,

And I lose myself in their hug,

More tears flow down my cheek,

And the lights in my eyes go dark.

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Insanity

The more time passes

The more we regress

The world becoming more insane

It’s not me

I look on, sweating

People walking around

A shiver is sent down my spine

They are all watching me

Hunting me with their eyes

They are all approaching closer

Encircling me

They tell me I am insane

But I know the truth

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Righteous

Nobody asked me

They never do

The world filled

With wandering souls

In the same spot as me

We were not asked

We were forced,

Forced upon this world

Yet, despite all the cries

They feel righteous

Smiles adorn their faces

As a middle finger to us

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Cruelty

Your’re the only one

I cant do without you

But the more we are apart 

The more i uncover my truth

Is it me or is it you

I am filled with doubt

Lying to your face

Is it cruelty or sympathy

I can not know

What I do know is

That I love you no more *Feedback always welcome :)*

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Do it

The voice in my head

Sounding like my own,

Echoes a simple message:

Do it.

The more I think,

the easier it becomes

Just give in

Just do it.

But just as it is easy

to lay flat

There is something

That keeps me up

Even if by a thread,

I stay standing.

Perhaps a glimmer

of delusional hope,

or a cowardly fear

for finality.

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Hope

It’s the little things

That make it worthwhile

Hurt, broken, scarred

It’s the little things

That make it worthwhile

Every smile, hug or laugh

It’s the little things

That make it worthwhile

A warm smile,

In the most vulnerable moment

A beautiful butterfly,

Landing softly on your red nose

A bird’s chirping

Overshadowing the screams

Even if it seems

Like there is nothing

Even when the last candle

Dies out,

Leaving you in darkness

It’s always the little things

That make it worthwhile

One of my first poems, maybe even my favorite one. I just wanna share my poetry