Fear

Originally posted on Thoughts Of Key:
What is one of your biggest fears? My manager asked me this question and I couldn’t really come up with anything. He said he was afraid of spiders and I agreed with him but I did not realize the magnitude of my fear of spiders in that moment. I…

Why The Moon Disappears

Earlier in the semester my teacher had us do an assignment. We had to create an animated feature that told a made up story about anything we wanted. I think it had something to with fables or some other thing like that. Now, me being the creative type and loving to give myself extra work

Sonnet

So, for my second to last assignment of the semester i had to do a poem. A sonnet to be exact. Now, doing this sonnet really made me think about how i write poetry. When i write poetry i just go with the flow. I don’t let anything hinder me and i let my creative

The Devil Is A Blonde

My take on what I think Lucifer looks like.

Couldn’t Wait

I have a confession. I couldn’t wait till July to post the comic so i instead posted Chapter One last week Friday. This Friday i’m gonna post the first page of Chapter Two. My style still isn’t where i want it to be, the plot is moving slower than i can draw, and not a

Dear Future Self I Hope It’s Going Well

Dear Future Self, I hope it’s going well. I imagine you are up to your eyeballs in work right now. You’re probably still growing your hair out to length you want it to be at if you haven’t had a big enough breakdown to warrant chopping it all off again. You’ve finished school no doubt

Liley

Today at work I was drawing as is my usual tradition when the flow is slow or the kids are occupied doing one thing or another with a different teacher. I usually man the coloring/drawing or playdough station and since nobody wanted to play with playdough some of the kids wanted to color. About 10

Eye See You

Just a poem inspired by this image by Storm Elvin Thorgerson, from https://blog.mozaico.com/art-artists/.  I feel exposedLike eyes are watching me, gazing into the depths of my soulI stand in this vast and empty land and I feel the sun beating down on meI want to cover my self like Adam and EvePoke the prying eyes that

Soul Work

Lot’s of people say there is one thing that makes us who we are. It’s the best version of ourselves, the blueprint for our core being. Our soul. However, because of the things life throws at us we tend to shield the purest parts of ourselves from pain and turmoil inflicted by people or events.

Wonderland

I’m going to share something I wrote for my friend. It’s called Wonderland and if you haven’t figured out what inspired it from the title I’m sure you will when you read it. So, without further delay I present my poem. There’s a place where we can be togetherJust the two of usWe’d pour honey