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She slips inside in sleepless nights
Smiles on me her celestial lights
The blaze of sun and the glaze of moon
She shows them all and leaves just as soon
She moves amidst those dancing shadows
As if she owns me, around she wallows
Whispering thoughts that’s just my kind
I wonder ofttimes if she reads my mind
When the dawn hits, she’s no more there
Conjured of thoughts, she’s not so real
A spirit, a musing, a fantasy, if you will
Only her touch left behind for me to feel
That’s when I pen her down
And all her whispering
Those genius words!
Those genuine thoughts!
I bleed them all out
For the world to see
And to think I’m a genius!
There can be no greater sin.
I am but a vessel
A simple messenger Hers
For it is I
who can see her, hear her, feel her
So it is I
who must present her beauty to all
It’s not me
Oh, not me!
I am but a messenger
I am but a vessel.
Drawing Everyday: A calendar sitting at my table… (had to do a super quick sketch due to time pressures!)
We are the beings
It’s there we live
It’s there we dream
It’s there we breathe
We’ll have that car
Whatever we want!
We are the puppets
It’s what defines us
It’s what gives us meaning
It’s what shapes us
We could’ve had that car
Whatever we wanted!
Not so long ago, by the smoke of a campfire, some of my friends decided to talk about their biggest fears. It was this big thing. They went around in a circle and said things like:
“Snakes.. hands down!”
Then suddenly it was my turn. I was awfully quiet. “What are you afraid of?” My eyes danced from person to person and my heart was doing that little pitter-patter uneasy thing. I was burning my marshmallow. “Um… I don’t know.” Subject change.
I really had no idea what to say. I couldn’t just shove my fears into one phrase like spiders or snakes. Truthfully, I had no real fear of anything they mentioned. So what was I afraid of? Why was I the odd one out? How can you know yourself if you don’t even know what scares you? This bothered me for…
So I’ve been practicing figure drawing for a few days now. Took me hours of work to make the above sketch look like that. Not most perfect of sketches you’d see out there, but thought it deserved a #haiku.