Art of Helium

It's not that we don't trust, Nor to say we do not see, But when you say all problems are of low import to thee, Then why would we then care, Whenever you then speak, Claiming that the world is out to get you every week, You make no move to change it, To deny those in despair, So why when you seek help should we then think enough to care

The fires surge from from black to red, Soon a gun against your head, Though you didn't start the battle, You must see it through the end

portrait of a dancer

Oh traveler, the age of stars has come and gone, Now all that is left is my books, This simulacrum has improved over time and now, Not even the blue shade remains, If you wish to know truth, there are other witches here, In the recess of my library they will call to you and harken to the moon, I have turned down their invitation, But you, you may learn to protect the boundaries of our world Lisa-Ranni

Pull the trigger, burn your dread, Never thought you'd see it end, Were a wall not meant to crack, Your feelings stripped by Nyx' attack, Now you wait the world anew, You cannot write another you

Portraits sometimes feel powerless. Until you give them a knife.

Spiderman poses are funny. Had this idea of just giving them a showercap and had to copy.

He's a pretty hip dude, With a pretty nice smile, Sometime in his 20s he was popular a while, Now he's working for bills, Has his feet on the streets, If age is just a number then why say that's he's beat

One swift kick, A final trick, The perfect shot, Tight muscles stick, One last goal [pose stolen from daemons of the shadow realm]

Dipping feet in the water allows one to think, Mulling on moments that passed in a blink, There's no need to hurry, There's bottled up time, Just cherish this chance while you're still in your prime

Upon these laurels does strength and skill ride, High upon graces enacted by pride, Carrying mettle through tests of a stride, Appearance of gods and the youth there derived

It's summer time, Yet no lazy hot days? What happened to dying, While craving the shade? Is it wrong to miss silence, While sweating off sheets? Lying on my back as I drift back to sleep?

Are you frog? Are you dragon? Are you something that bites? Squeeb was yes, all three, and ate finger that night.

The toilet may or may not be clogged, It may or may not be from me, This Schrodinger's toilet clogging, Can only be fixed by thee

The physical and spiritual, Ocular anthetical, Illusion of the madrigal, Song that's seen by none, Harkens to the ethical, Denounced by all the medical, Questionable in chemical, A praise that's sung by one

When we stand on our own without guidance, Alone against all of the mobs, The self that competes for our favor, Ensures that we walk with the strong

Don't trust a coach on duty, She's a lifeguard of demands, Watching all the athletes pass, Yet holding you to plans