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Hi I’m Xiaa and here’s my first artwork on here 💜
Commissions currently open for may ✨
Brooks: I bet you haven’t done a single good deed today.
Eric: That’s not true at all. In fact, just this morning I prevented a murder!
Brooks: Oh? How did you manage that?
Eric: Self-control.
Natural Born Killers (1994)
Art by Kelsey Landsgaard
when it hurts (listen here)
CRIMSON PEAK (2015)
Directed by Guillermo del Toro
Cinematography by Dan Laustsen
Aspect Ratio: 1.85:1
A withered mess,
She knew the fear,
Felt the stress.
She gave her life to others,
Only to get let down,
She put nothing above her,
Not even a crown.
Although she deserved it,
She never really knew,
But she learned that nature had her back,
And a tree within her grew.
Metaphorically speaking,
She became the nature,
And there she found her peace.
She continued to grow,
Beautiful and strong,
Never letting her matted roots show,
She finally felt the sense to belong.
So with nature she stayed,
She let herself wither,
Never betrayed,
Her God that was with her.
By Becky Crane.
~ My artwork
Insta @the.withered
A poisonous apple caressed my lips,
It was given to me by a deceiving witch,
And sent me into the deepest sleep filled with total bliss.
Not one thing could wake my withering shell,
But the kiss of a prince,
No more deception from Hell.
I slept in the nature,
No fear in my heart,
A forest filled with enchanted creatures,
Was where my life would start.
A gentle plump within my lips,
The prince had freed me,
With true loves first kiss.
The evil witch condemned my soul,
But here in the nature,
I’ll always be whole.
By Becky Crane.
~My photograph
Insta @the.withered
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Ghosts are real,
This much I know,
It sounds surreal,
Until they show.
A lost perception,
Captured in time,
Like a mirrored reflection,
A whistling wind chime.
I’ve got to leave,
“You’ve no where to go,
This is your home now"
Please, stop, NO!
If seeing is believing,
Then there is no greater believer than I,
Ghosts can be deceiving,
Nobody will ever hear my cry.
I’m trapped.
By Becky Crane.
They say that the eyes are a gateway to the soul,
Try looking in a mirror,
Is it cracked or is it whole?
Notice your reflection,
Try not to blink,
Did you see something move?
Did your heart start to sink?
I’m trapped in a moment,
Preserved in parallel glass.
If you break it will you free me?
Or will you condemn my soul to the eternal dark mass.
If you’d only notice my movement,
I want to reach out,
To be seen would be an improvement,
But even when I shout,
You don’t know that I’m there,
No matter how I try,
Funny,
Even when you’re dead,
You just want to die.
By Becky Crane.