Biography of Gladys Gladys
I'm 15, I would love to go to the Art Intistue of Chicago.
Just a thought: Am i the only one who sees art w/ a sence of value and beuty, instead of just a picture or a sweet drawing?
Gladys Gladys's Works:
Gladys Gladys Poems
A young boy, seven years old pale and thin Smiles, Reads, and prays
IN the cresses of the night A giggle Now hoarse, rasp laughter
Shall we Start softly? Yellow the color one gets for the unknown baby, And the color of the galaxy’s shirt Yellow is techno
Stomach Lining - My Most Absurd Write
Living in a shoe with a big baboon She waits And he eats plates Oh! There all just fools
Samantha is open, But I am surrounded I swift pass the ball to and fro between my feet Slightly tripping over my opponents cleats
Young, Immature, Adolescent Ex
Don’t take this as an offensive, that’s is not why I’m here There’s just a question is, what you see in her? She has a price tag as a necklace, a pipe on her sleeve She doesn’t know your name but is not afraid to please
Once I was A blank canvas Wainting for an artist Now I am
I’m staring at the screen contemplating what to write My feet are being warmed from the heater at the right I still, have Nothing My mind is not at ease
I saw clearly. He was a string in the wind. He turned and bounced. I saw his green, blue and pale.
God All-knowing and Holy Redeemer Mighty hands smoothing out the earth Help Me
I’m staring at the screen contemplating what to write
My feet are being warmed from the heater at the right
I still, have Nothing
My mind is not at ease
A knock on the door brings a new friend to please
My toes are cold, my mind is at ease
Being taken from my thoughts as I lea -