Deadpoooool ｡◕‿◕｡

I made a Deadpool out of plastic bags and masking tape too. :3 (He looks kind of like a voodoo doll but I promise that that was completely by accident D: ) 

#mercwithamouth #chimichangas

I AM (baby) GROOT

I made a baby Groot.  I used cardboard, masking/floral tape, plastic bags, wire, a scrap of cloth, and paint. He only cost about a dollar. 8) I made a Deadpool, too, but his gloss-coat is still drying.
#iamgroot

Smilingly

Kisses don't mean love

Greetings don't mean hi

Your handshake startles me

You wave but do not smile

His arms are tight around her waist but his eyes are over there

Why do we ask how are you

We do not really care

Eyes shut, smiling lips, a kiss

But then you're broken up next week

We hug and laugh but we're not friends

People clasp my wrist and speak smilingly

But I was already listening

---

I think touch is powerful

Magic and alive

But when did it become habitual

Instead of meaningful

Don't kiss and tell

"Please," I say

I beg you --

Gestures true or not at all

Dia De Los Muertos Doodles

So these are random, but I drew them during Spanish class. :3 Doodlesssss.

Friends of the Cynic

I used to be nice

But nice gets squished

Overlooked

And outdone

Nice knows manipulation

Condescension 

And the ever lovely smirk

And nice takes it 

Silently

But nice 

Doesn't last 

when it starts to resent

After it has become self-aware

Nice turns to guarded

Then to cool

Then to harsh

With walls that make strangers stare

Harsh finds relief 

In not being weak

In getting the worth 

It deserves

But harsh soon learns 

That reaction to hurt

Left un-shown can go

Too far

Once it is at last released

Yeah harsh isn't quite so 

Satisfying 

When it starts to shove people away

And turns pain into bitterness

I should know

I am harsh

I am guarded

I am the family cynic

I'm finally realizing how far I've come

From that shy

Quiet 

Too-stepped-on kid

And I don't like it

What I've turned into

Yup "jaded"'s a good word for me

Yet, despite my lack of friendliness

Despite my dearth of warmth 

I've met people who've endured 

My winter

I don't know why or how

But they've nudged past my walls

And they've melted my ice

And somehow become my friends

And when I think about 

How little 

I deserve it

Their love

I am

Overcome

I am indebted 

And grateful 

To God 

For you.

So thanks. 

The Barrier.

So I was working on character-inspiration/storyboards on Pinterest, and I came across a picture of a little kid smeared in mud from doing forced labor in Latin America. Ten minutes previous, I'd been giggling about some random internet meme... Sometimes I forget that I push other people's problems to the back of my mind. Sometimes I forget how much harsher the world is outside my consumer culture bubble. :3 Anyways. Not to guilt trip anybody, but... Poem?
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I don't know you
little boy
making bricks
in a kiln
in India

I can't see you
little girl
in the streets
Except in pictures
far too young

I can't smell
the desperate filth
of your factory
Not from here
little family
starving
sunken eyes

I can't hear
your shallow breaths
little baby
little one
as you hide your face
in your mother's arms
far from any
help

I can't feel
the constant knife
of hunger
little mother
oh so small
No food
no growth

I can't taste
the dust
I can't feel
the sweat
Little boy
with water jug
limping fifteen miles
every dawn

I can't see
from my couch
I can't hug
from my house
little world
little goals
calloused heart

I can't heal
every pain
I can't feed you all
or save you from
this life

But I can care
and I can try
to make a better world
and do
the little things

So I will give
what I can
and I will look and learn
about your pain
even though it hurts my heart

I can't change every life
I can't free every slave
but I can help
just one
or two
or three

And I can share the God
Who knows you, sees you,
smells and hears you,
feels and tastes the bitter little world
and aches to give you
so much
so much more 

What if I Told you the Crocodile

~A random by me (also a crocodile illustration because I felt like drawing one).

What if I told you the crocodile
is embarrassed about his skinny
mini physique
The other crocodiles are buff
and the girl crocs
ignore him

What if I told you my friend the blueberry
gets to hear lame jokes about her bright-purpley-blue-hue
even from her friends and coworkers
and that even though she laughs along
because it's all in good fun
and so two centuries ago
it still hurts to be objectified

What if I told you the kangaroo
has to sit by herself at parties
well mostly by herself (she has her Joey)
She's pretty and young and she used to be one of the girls
But now she's a mom and that's weird, I guess

What if I told you my friend the monkey
feels really lonely right now
he's loud and he's odd and a bit too noisy
but now none of his friends want to hang
so he eats his oranges alone

what if I told you my friend the raisin
gets laughed at behind her back
by all the fresh young grapes
she can't help that she has such deep wrinkles
she's seen the sun
she has lived

What if I told you that the raccoon
with his mask of blackety smudge
is tired of strangers who judge
him on how he appears
He's a punk he's a thief a delinquent
no, actually
he likes music and that's just his style

What if I told you that I'm someone who thinks
I don't do all of those things
Well I'm wrong.
Maybe not all,
and defs' not in public,
but I'm guilty of some just the same

And if everyone acted toward me
the way that I think
when I'm tired or annoyed or thoughtless
I would feel
very small
very cheap
very hurt

So my thought is
be kind
to the crocs and the raisins
and realize
they might just
be you.