Wolverine Wednesday… A Marvel X-Men Fan Art
View in Instagram Wolverine A Fan Art in Wednesday – Poetic Dustbin
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Up and Crawl
View in Instagram Up and Crawl Up against the wall,Inch by inch you crawl,Not minding the fall,Steady, no fear at all… – Poetic Dustbin
I’m worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed… – Nirvana . . .
View in Instagram I’m Worst in What I Do Best I’m worse at what I do bestAnd for this gift I feel blessed…– Nirvana – Poetic Dustbin
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Inside My Chaotic Mind… A Dark Art & Poetry
View in Instagram Inside My Chaotic Mind Puzzles with no shapes,Borders with no ends,Colors with no shades,Screams with no sound,Worlds with no meaning,Sins with no souls…Minds with no thoughts…Only chaos… only chaos… – Poetic Dustbin
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It’s time to release my demons… A Dark Art
View in Instagram Pill It’s time to release my demons… First in 2024… Tame the Horned One… – Poetic Dustbin
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Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? – The Joker…
View in Instagram Pale Moon Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? – The Joker… – Poetic Dustbin
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Dark Thoughts Again
View in Instagram Dark thoughts… Again Inking again… its been a while… I need to release some demonic spirits in my head… can’t have too many of them running amuck inside… – Poetic Dustbin
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Ex it.
View in Instagram Ex It When life svcks… And every single Fvckin’ day sh!ts… Ex it. Ex it. Ex it. You don’t owe no one Misery is a choice. Fvck wishful thinkin’ Fvck hopeful thoughts. Change. Change yourself. Leave and Live. Let be. Ex it. Ex it. Ex it. Relax and pisz on it. –
Ode to Nature … A Dark Poetry
View in Instagram Ode to Nature When the sky weeps…And the earth sleeps..We awoke in sweatsIn dire guilt of our needsOur wrong doingsAnd selfish deedsTouch the face of the sunKiss the bloom of the moonAnd pray for forgivenessTo the Gods that speakWith echoes and screamsAnd lament the fateWe all deserve to haveA scorching bowel of
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