Anger… Quick Pencil Art
View in Instagram Anger It is a dangerous feeling that leads to catastrophic consequences if uncontrolled… – Poetic Dustbin
Poetry
Moth on a Windshield…
View in Instagram Moth on a Windshield Time to Capture some Moths – Poetic Dustbin
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
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
Inktober 2023 – Day 7 : Drip
View in Instagram Inktober 2023 – Day 7 – Drip Ooohh the image of Corrupted Faith by Social Media, Religion and Politics – Poetic Dustbin
After the Rain… A Dark Poetry and Photo
View in Instagram After the Rain Drip. Drop. Splash. The sky wept again. In a matter of hour, She cried in pain. She cried in anger. She filled the land With her tears, Whispering her fears. That one day, soon, Her home will vanish Will cease to exist Because we failed As its caretaker To …
It’s not – Dark Poetry
View in Instagram It’s Not! Depression isn’t real…It is never a big deal…It’s just a state of mind…You can just leave it behind…Ignore the pain…You are not insane…Are you? Are you not?Swallowing pills…Smoking pot…Winding a rope…Drowning in dope…Spirits in orange faith…Don’t wait till it’s too late.. – Poetic Dustbin
Sky That Bleeds
View in Instagram Sky That Bleeds The seeds that cry…. All scattered in the sky…. Tell me the truth and the lie…. Give me reasons from the why… No matter how much we try… We let mother nature die… – Poetic Dustbin
My Demon… My Cat…
View in Instagram My Demon, My Cat My demon…My eyes to the paranormal worldMy gateway to other dimensions..My channel to both negative and positive energy… – Poetic Dustbin
Pill… A Dark Art and Poetry
View in Instagram Pill Inside my mind is a string of devious thoughts…Inside my head is a plague of wickedness…I keep silent… I keep quiet…The only person that can hear meIs at the other side of the mirror…A solace for anxietyA pill for depressionMy buddy keeps me awayFrom my own apocalypse… – Poetic Dustbin