The Random Ramblings of an Artist

“There ain’t no cure for the summertime blues.” There’s a lot of messy grays mixed with hues And I know as I’m from the Land of Flowe...

It is said I'm one of the chosen people But I feel trapped under a steeple Relentless with your slavery and genocide But I won't ...

Writing is similar to praying...In a way. You don't start writing when things are going bad and you don't stop writing when thing...

The anxiety is rising. It's driving and thriving. Taking over all of me. There is no room I cannot breathe Cannot be free From the ...

Life As I Know It Written by ©Diana Jillian 6/2/13 And as I feel the heat of the summer I sit asunder and I am full of wonder As to ...