and I have turned 18!!!
So exciting!
Anyway, bye now.


Who am I to judge me?Who are you, to tell me I'm different. To tell me that I'm not, "Who I'm supposed to be"?Who am I to judge me?
Who are you, to look at me with those
Judgemental brown eyes, and seek out all my - imperfections?
Who are you, to hurt me? When I'm at my lowest, who are you to kick me when I'm down?
Who are you, to stand in the way
of my dreams? Or to doubt my abilities?
Who are you, or should I say - Who am I?


Where Worlds Divide.There is pain, where pain resides. There is care, where worlds divide. There is silence, in every shout. There is fear, in every doubt. There's rarely wind, in every mast. There's always secrets, in every past. There's no point, in hopeless endeavours. There's no point, in never saying never.Where Worlds Divide.


Trust in me.To the Angel in the centrefold: Lift up your head, Dry your eyes, Take in all that I've said. Baby, all you see is the dark, But standing in front of you, Is a band of torch bearers, Ready to shine you - In the right direction. Honey, you feel the pain, But you are strong, You are brave, And you are never alone. No matter how lonesome the day, Or how dark the night, I will always be here. But you have to trust me, You have to believe that things Can truly get better. You have to stop blaming yourself, For the trickery of FatTrust in me.


Like a Raven.In a courtyard, sits a Raven. Perched on a bench, cloaked in the black it was given from birth. Its beady eyes watch me from afar.Like a Raven.
I too sit alone in the courtyard, cloaked by the darkness brought on by those too oblivious to care. I sit with my eyes to the ground, only looking up on occasion, to watch the Raven, watching me.
A thought crosses my mind, does she only watch me? I'm sure there's far more interesting kids out here in the courtyard. Or maybe she too was left out of the crowd? Forgotten by those who she thought meant the most.
I look up from the ground, look out over the many groups of kids ch


Far beyond ReachFar beyond reachFar beyond Reach
I see you in the distance calling out to be saved Chances are your already swallowed by the lies of integration Lying to ourselves day by day thinking everything’s going ok. It saddens me to see the innoncence torn apart.
I guess your far beyond reach my friend Far beyond my influence. In another dimension
The dimension of your mind, not mine. How can I reach you?
It seems anything I say is a waste of time Trying to preach to you like a prophet. Why can’t we enjoy the time we have? You’re sucked into your vortex and I cant get
| Name: Nicola Prosser. Age: 18 years old. Favourite genre or type of art? Photomanipulations and poetry, dark art. Love other art forms too, though these are the main two I do. Your Hero/s? People who believe in me even when I don't believe in myself. Plus 2 special people, who mean the world to me A smell you love? The smell of smoke (bushfire), the smell of Red Roses (because they smell like the taste of turkish Delight - obviously cause it's made from Rose water), the smell of the cupboard we keep our onions and potatoes in - smells like dirt - weird I know. Something that makes you smile? When you see the sun's rays coming through the trees on a foggy morning. Burn tool or Dodge tool? Dodge tool for the win! I love making skin pale hehe. Future Occupation? I wish to become a Counsellor working with adolescents. It's my dream job, and it's what I'm aiming for. |
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It's not about the pageviews!
wake up! and do some real art...
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It's not about the pageviews!
wake up! and do some real art...
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My gallery
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I bought a race horse and I named him "my face" he's not very good, but imagine all the people in the stands screaming "COME ON MY FACE!"
MADLY DOING MAD ANAL PROBE OWNAGE
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