I found this one amazing work, so I must now feature a bundle of art.
Note: None of these are DDs.

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Mature Content

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A Mothers LoveMy sandwich was made with love.
With the crust cut off and a cut from corner to corner.
It came in a plastic bag inside a brown paper one.
The hands that made it held me when I was young.
I waited all day for this little beam of a love she gave me.
But he knew of it and demanded it from me.
I stood my ground and refused.
He shoved me down and took it from me.
I got up with my eyes on the ground.
I was beaten, destroyed for all to see.
When he looked in the brown bag of love and smiles.
He took out the snack cake and the drink nothing that held love for me.
He saw the sandwich and went for it.
He threw it on the ground and stepped on it.
My mind broke it went blank.
With his fowl words he told me to pick it up and eat it.
I could only stare.
H shoved me down and that's when I awoke.
I spun around and went for his eyes.
If he could not see it was made from love then he did not deserve to see anything.
After he went blind from my thumbs in his eye sockets.
I went after his heart.
He took

gold dust.his lips were soft,
so lovely and irresistible-
his kiss woke the day
and shattered the night,
tracing letters on my skin
like braille
and entwining his fingertips
in the auburn cascades
of my hair.
as he pressed himself
closer to me,
i couldn't help but
close my eyes and
blind myself to everything
but his gentle touch
and the feeling of
his body against mine.
gold dust fell where
our lips met,
marking the path behind us
and carrying us beyond-
turning our wounds to
the faint pink lines
of scar tissue:
memories we won't
soon forget.
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Testosteronesnap
b  r  e  a  k
razor blade skin
a psychopathy casing
ego and entitlement
grasping fingers
take at will
steal to own
misogynistic
masochist
snap
b   r   e   a   k
rage driven
war flavored
flashbacks
too much beer
testosterone
and bullet sweat
too much violence
too far gone
snap
b    r    e    a    k
you are poison
and iron
rending with shrapnel
after the violence
bloody hands
in the silence
out damn spot
no never
snap
b     r     e     a     k
dear god, what have you done? A child's mindTo see things clearly, one must set thine mind to one of a child.
To simplify the thoughts, all reasonings you've been previously taught.
And just feel, instead of thinking for once.
The solar system is nothing but a pool table.
All laid out, an array of colors..
But the white of the moon stands out above all.
You see, the moon there, she's nothing but a cue-ball.
She's been tattered and broken, and yet she still levitates to keep the earth in check with the sun.
The sun was the one who guided you through childhood..  how you kept track of time- you looked into its kind face.
Your childhood wasn't all tidy and squeaky-clean.
Not all molasses and gumdrops to say the very least.
Mosquitoes still occupied your room at night, it seems as though I couldn't protect you from even the smallest things.
But when did cinnamon buns roll out their guns..?
And when the bright pink dresses dull to white..?
And so, in spite, you've grown up too fast.
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JUST A QUICK FEATURE FROM SOME OF MY MOST RECENT FAVORITE FAVES. lol

EDIT: Decided to add a couple more right here.

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