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Feral Child
Image by Hannah Nino
Media: Black and White Color Pencil
Exhibited in the Strength, Courage, and Hope of Women Art Exhibit
Feral Child is based off the depression that I went through during the later stages of my childhood. This depression made me antisocial, somber, and lonely. Contact with people became harder and harder. I began becoming claustrophobic in crowds and have anxiety attacks in public places. I soon began shutting myself off to everyone and everything, leading to my disappearance from the public eye. These antisocial feelings and having almost no human contact fed the life to my emotional artwork Feral Child. I chose this fitting title because the word feral means wild, undomesticated, and uncultivated by humans. I also chose to use the word child because a child is always born with no knowledge of right or wrong, it is up to the adult to cultivate the child in to fitting the human mold. In this artwork, the child depicted is me and shown through the expression of this child is the inner savage and purely uncultivated feeling emerging from the striking eyes and radiates throughout the artwork.
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Question :
Are the to short/long?
Just let me know if the need any fixing.
"Man in the Mirror"
When I look into the mirror it s not me I see.
There is an older man looking back at me.
I don t know where he came from and.
I don t know why he s there.
I just know I don t see me in the mirror anywhere.
This man looks so sad you see...it makes me feel so bad.
He looks like he is searching for the strength he once had.
His skin is not so perky and his hair has turned to gray.
What happened to the young man he knew just yesterday.
I see his eyes well up with tears and some fall on his cheek.
It is then I feel so sad inside and now my knees are weak.
For I realize that the man in the mirror who keeps looking back you see
Is not a total stranger in reality he s just..... Me.
______________________________________
"A Father and his Son"
He stands aside and watches,
Amazed at what he sees.
A tiny image of himself,
The offspring of his seed.
Before he knows, a year has passed,
His child is now afoot.
Testing, tasting, exploring,
The how, when, where and what.
His little one is growing fast,
Already starting school.
The first day is the hardest,
For Dad to play it cool.
Anxiety at separation,
Most common, so they say.
For Dad its even harder,
To have his son away.
But soon he does adjust,
Falling into a routine,
Of school drop off and pick up,
And working in-between.
No sooner he can blink,
Its graduation day,
With college on the horizon,
And no more time to play.
The next four years fly by,
In a crazy, hazy whirl,
Now his son is getting married,
To a very lovely girl.
Within a year or two,
Another joins the flock,
Dad is suddenly a Grandpa,
Babysitting round the clock.
Now the doctor tells him,
He has three months to live,
His body is worn out,
And has nothing left to give.
He spends the time remembering,
His life and gracious son,
Until he takes his last breath,
And joins his Dad, beyond.
______________________________________
Yes,Both are how I feel about life.I will post my other two later on........Hope you all like my poems!!!
Does she like me..........?
Okay this isn t really a "Does she like me.......?" question.I just put that because it seems that them type of question get the most answers.I just want people judge my poems.Do they need work..?Are the to short/long?
Just let me know if the need any fixing.
"Man in the Mirror"
When I look into the mirror it s not me I see.
There is an older man looking back at me.
I don t know where he came from and.
I don t know why he s there.
I just know I don t see me in the mirror anywhere.
This man looks so sad you see...it makes me feel so bad.
He looks like he is searching for the strength he once had.
His skin is not so perky and his hair has turned to gray.
What happened to the young man he knew just yesterday.
I see his eyes well up with tears and some fall on his cheek.
It is then I feel so sad inside and now my knees are weak.
For I realize that the man in the mirror who keeps looking back you see
Is not a total stranger in reality he s just..... Me.
______________________________________
"A Father and his Son"
He stands aside and watches,
Amazed at what he sees.
A tiny image of himself,
The offspring of his seed.
Before he knows, a year has passed,
His child is now afoot.
Testing, tasting, exploring,
The how, when, where and what.
His little one is growing fast,
Already starting school.
The first day is the hardest,
For Dad to play it cool.
Anxiety at separation,
Most common, so they say.
For Dad its even harder,
To have his son away.
But soon he does adjust,
Falling into a routine,
Of school drop off and pick up,
And working in-between.
No sooner he can blink,
Its graduation day,
With college on the horizon,
And no more time to play.
The next four years fly by,
In a crazy, hazy whirl,
Now his son is getting married,
To a very lovely girl.
Within a year or two,
Another joins the flock,
Dad is suddenly a Grandpa,
Babysitting round the clock.
Now the doctor tells him,
He has three months to live,
His body is worn out,
And has nothing left to give.
He spends the time remembering,
His life and gracious son,
Until he takes his last breath,
And joins his Dad, beyond.
______________________________________
Yes,Both are how I feel about life.I will post my other two later on........Hope you all like my poems!!!
Answer :
they are very...picturey lol
those r great poems
some of the best one s i heard.
u should continue them, post more, publish them and make a poetry book.
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they are very...picturey lol
those r great poems
some of the best one s i heard.
u should continue them, post more, publish them and make a poetry book.
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Question :
Grand Prize Winner Rawney
A Father and his Son
He stands aside and watches,
Amazed at what he sees.
A tiny image of himself
The offspring of his seed.
Before he knows, a year has passed,
His child is now afoot.
Testing, tasting, exploring,
The how, when, where and what.
His little one is growing fast,
Already starting school.
The first day is the hardest,
For Dad to play it cool.
Anxiety at separation,
Most common, so they say.
For Dad its even harder,
To have his son away.
But soon he does adjust,
Falling into a routine,
Of school drop off and pick up,
And working in-between.
No sooner he can blink,
Its graduation day,
With college on the horizon,
And no more time to play.
The next four years fly by,
In a crazy, hazy whirl,
Now his son is getting married,
To a very lovely girl.
Within a year or two,
Another joins the flock,
Dad is suddenly a Grandpa,
Babysitting round the clock.
Now the doctor tells him,
He has three months to live,
His body is worn out,
And has nothing left to give.
He spends the time remembering,
His life and gracious son,
Until he takes his last breath,
And joins his Dad, beyond.
An Announcement
And now for my little announcement. Effective immediately, I am leaving Y!A. I suspect it is permanent, because my goals have been served here. I have made many acquaintances here, a few friends, and yes a few enemies. None of these things were my objective, but I suspected they would all occur. No, Ive been here for purposes of research! Yes, you heard me correctly. I had to collect a slice of life on this little internet phenomenon you all enjoy so much, because it will be the subject of my upcoming book. You will, each and every one, be featured prominently, warts and all. I will protect your identities, of course, but I wont be sharing the profits with you. I will treat each of you with the same decency you have extended me. If you were fun-loving, you will be so in the book; if you were a scoundrel, you will be so in the book; whether you were one-, two-, or three-dimensional, you will be the same in the two-dimensional world of those printed pages. You will read and laugh for the life-affirming fullness of it and weep for its utter poverty, and you will wonder where the boundaries of the page leave off and the larger world begins. In the strange hinterlands of your fingertips, which turn the pages day after day but never sense the whole work, the answer to that riddle is to be found. And now, its time for me to turn the page and let you get back to your reading
Can you imagine improving the sentiment of this piece? (contest winner)?
I want to thank each and every one of you who took the time to respond to my contest request. It was a difficult choice, but this one was somehow most appealing to me on my birthday. If you have the time, please read the announcement I ve placed at the foot of the page. Best wishes all...Grand Prize Winner Rawney
A Father and his Son
He stands aside and watches,
Amazed at what he sees.
A tiny image of himself
The offspring of his seed.
Before he knows, a year has passed,
His child is now afoot.
Testing, tasting, exploring,
The how, when, where and what.
His little one is growing fast,
Already starting school.
The first day is the hardest,
For Dad to play it cool.
Anxiety at separation,
Most common, so they say.
For Dad its even harder,
To have his son away.
But soon he does adjust,
Falling into a routine,
Of school drop off and pick up,
And working in-between.
No sooner he can blink,
Its graduation day,
With college on the horizon,
And no more time to play.
The next four years fly by,
In a crazy, hazy whirl,
Now his son is getting married,
To a very lovely girl.
Within a year or two,
Another joins the flock,
Dad is suddenly a Grandpa,
Babysitting round the clock.
Now the doctor tells him,
He has three months to live,
His body is worn out,
And has nothing left to give.
He spends the time remembering,
His life and gracious son,
Until he takes his last breath,
And joins his Dad, beyond.
An Announcement
And now for my little announcement. Effective immediately, I am leaving Y!A. I suspect it is permanent, because my goals have been served here. I have made many acquaintances here, a few friends, and yes a few enemies. None of these things were my objective, but I suspected they would all occur. No, Ive been here for purposes of research! Yes, you heard me correctly. I had to collect a slice of life on this little internet phenomenon you all enjoy so much, because it will be the subject of my upcoming book. You will, each and every one, be featured prominently, warts and all. I will protect your identities, of course, but I wont be sharing the profits with you. I will treat each of you with the same decency you have extended me. If you were fun-loving, you will be so in the book; if you were a scoundrel, you will be so in the book; whether you were one-, two-, or three-dimensional, you will be the same in the two-dimensional world of those printed pages. You will read and laugh for the life-affirming fullness of it and weep for its utter poverty, and you will wonder where the boundaries of the page leave off and the larger world begins. In the strange hinterlands of your fingertips, which turn the pages day after day but never sense the whole work, the answer to that riddle is to be found. And now, its time for me to turn the page and let you get back to your reading
Answer :
The sentiment in the winning piece Peter is very nice. I wish you good luck with your book. Thanks for your interest in my work which I will continue. As to the content in your book, I am the first to admit I am not perfect. I hope your portray me as I am. A bird who likes to fly freely without having her wings clipped. Good Luck
The sentiment in the winning piece Peter is very nice. I wish you good luck with your book. Thanks for your interest in my work which I will continue. As to the content in your book, I am the first to admit I am not perfect. I hope your portray me as I am. A bird who likes to fly freely without having her wings clipped. Good Luck
Question :
After only four months we started living together.
Today is 29th of January 2012 and on 3rd of February I m going to be 24 years old.
One month later, 8th of March, she s going to be 27.
My father was really violent and she left us when I was year and a half so I grew up with my three years older sister and a mother who after father never had any man. And sister, she had her first boyfriend now that she s 26.
I m quite outgoing but due to my upbringing, anxiety and maybe lower self stem I never had a girl before this one. When I got my bracelets down two years ago I found myself in three girl s bed soon but didn t do anything because I was shy.
Than I met this wonderful girl, It s long since the butterflies are gone but I love her deeply and I hope we stay together till the end.
Here s the problem. Before her I was virgin.
But she, she had one boyfriend for two years. We meet him constantly on concerts and stuff since we are all into same music.
After he broke up with her she was alone for four years, than she got really good friend with her roommate and slept with him once.
That s all cool, I don t have problem with romantic love.
But the third one... He was 33 and a had a lots and lots of women, very sexy and temperamental.
After one concert he started dancing with her, exchanged numbers. A week later called her, they met, and after an hour already in his apartment having sex. She told me they ve met four times.
First she told me, it wasn t good, she just wanted to try what s it like. I always ask her, how could she try it four times. Second time they met they had sex, and then another one, without a condom!
She got two yeast infections that she brought in our relationship.
When we were having sex, every time it got a bit rough she would get yeast infection.
Than when she, after a year finally went to doctor and was completely cured we enjoyed sex rough and tough with none yeast.
Last time she slept with that guy was two weeks before she met me, so one year and three months.
Me and my girl have problems lately, not sex related. It all started at the end of November when we had a fight and we went living separately.
I had been really anxious about that guy before me before, but lately... Last few days, it s all I think about, it s driving me really mad. I think about the ways they had sex and how she enjoyed it.
I had a different image of her, she s shy, quiet girl. The first time I wanted to have sex with her, the third time we met, she told me she wants to wait because she really likes me and don t want an adventure. She also told me that she was sexually abused as a child, her uncle touched her...
So I had an image of a soft, gentle girl, that after anything harder gets an yeast infection. But that was false, she enjoys hard sex (doesn t anyone?) and her organ is not so gentle after all.
Is there anything I can do to get over that guy that had crazy wild sex with her?
I know it was wild, last time we talked about it and she told me.
It drives me really nuts since I love her very much.
I feel terrible over my girlfriend s affair, is there anything I can really do?
I love my girlfriend very much. We met in the middle of October, 2010 and fell immediately in love.After only four months we started living together.
Today is 29th of January 2012 and on 3rd of February I m going to be 24 years old.
One month later, 8th of March, she s going to be 27.
My father was really violent and she left us when I was year and a half so I grew up with my three years older sister and a mother who after father never had any man. And sister, she had her first boyfriend now that she s 26.
I m quite outgoing but due to my upbringing, anxiety and maybe lower self stem I never had a girl before this one. When I got my bracelets down two years ago I found myself in three girl s bed soon but didn t do anything because I was shy.
Than I met this wonderful girl, It s long since the butterflies are gone but I love her deeply and I hope we stay together till the end.
Here s the problem. Before her I was virgin.
But she, she had one boyfriend for two years. We meet him constantly on concerts and stuff since we are all into same music.
After he broke up with her she was alone for four years, than she got really good friend with her roommate and slept with him once.
That s all cool, I don t have problem with romantic love.
But the third one... He was 33 and a had a lots and lots of women, very sexy and temperamental.
After one concert he started dancing with her, exchanged numbers. A week later called her, they met, and after an hour already in his apartment having sex. She told me they ve met four times.
First she told me, it wasn t good, she just wanted to try what s it like. I always ask her, how could she try it four times. Second time they met they had sex, and then another one, without a condom!
She got two yeast infections that she brought in our relationship.
When we were having sex, every time it got a bit rough she would get yeast infection.
Than when she, after a year finally went to doctor and was completely cured we enjoyed sex rough and tough with none yeast.
Last time she slept with that guy was two weeks before she met me, so one year and three months.
Me and my girl have problems lately, not sex related. It all started at the end of November when we had a fight and we went living separately.
I had been really anxious about that guy before me before, but lately... Last few days, it s all I think about, it s driving me really mad. I think about the ways they had sex and how she enjoyed it.
I had a different image of her, she s shy, quiet girl. The first time I wanted to have sex with her, the third time we met, she told me she wants to wait because she really likes me and don t want an adventure. She also told me that she was sexually abused as a child, her uncle touched her...
So I had an image of a soft, gentle girl, that after anything harder gets an yeast infection. But that was false, she enjoys hard sex (doesn t anyone?) and her organ is not so gentle after all.
Is there anything I can do to get over that guy that had crazy wild sex with her?
I know it was wild, last time we talked about it and she told me.
It drives me really nuts since I love her very much.
Answer :
honestly...
u deserve better...(sorry, the truth)
but since u love her and very willing to overcome her wild adventures...then you need to try a liiitle bit harder.
frankly you ll never get over these ideas..you re a guy and this is in your mechanism ok..the trick is to push these thoughts to the back of your head every and each single time they come to invade your peace of mind ok
hopefully you get to meet some one better, GOOD LUCK any way
honestly...
u deserve better...(sorry, the truth)
but since u love her and very willing to overcome her wild adventures...then you need to try a liiitle bit harder.
frankly you ll never get over these ideas..you re a guy and this is in your mechanism ok..the trick is to push these thoughts to the back of your head every and each single time they come to invade your peace of mind ok
hopefully you get to meet some one better, GOOD LUCK any way
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