My eyes are clouded and heavy-lidded.
There are just blobs of light and shapes
in front of me and around me.
This is far from fleeting.
Whoever decided that alcohol
wipes away the pain,
they were wrong.
All I can think of is the pain.
Meh. Again. A bit out of my game, but hopefully will come back.
I’m sitting still and straight but I feel tilted.
There’s a storm brewing in my head,
my very own flavour,
with lots of brine and rain to compensate each other,
with a dash of seaweed; just a pinch of death.
and maybe a little Hell;
definitely no fear. No sadness.
Only wistfulness, just a touch.
And I shall feel all right.
I really like how my drawing came out, but I’m not so sure about the poem itself.
I am alone in my apartment.
My smiles are forced.
Sometimes I think I may hurt
my cheeks if I smile because
they’ve been so out of practice.
This pain in my chest is a new constant
in my life.
I am empty. Soul-less.
Just a living corpse walking
and breathing and eating to
stay alive. Not really living.
I’ve been this way since you
have been gone.
This is my new
A little sappy, sad poem because I haven’t written any lately.
A leaf came tumbling
down swaying slightly in the
chilly autumn wind. The colours blended with the floor of the
The colours blended with the
floor of the forest but the
leaf stood out, freshly
fallen. browns, oranges, reds
and yellows merged.
A Tanka and a Haiku, because what better forms of poetry to describe nature!
Again, first time pen sketching a leaf. I could do better!
“Hey! Be yourself!
You deserve to be happy!
But, can I make a small suggestion?
You know who you were,
the other day?
Please be that ‘you’!”
I am sick.
I am tired.
Who are these people,
telling me who to be and who not to be,
when they’ve only seen a sliver
of who I really am?
They want me to be the real me?
They want me to be true to myself?
Well, I hope they’re prepared to run because
they have helped me unleash the beast
I hate this society. I hate that the people that I really care about fall into this category. I hate that there is so little open-mindedness. I hate it, but I swallow it all up because if the majority of the people around you are like that, what can I do?
I suppose there are changes that I would love to make in this drawing, but I’m really happy with it.
You hold up the crystal to the sunlight
but you see no rainbows.
“Why can’t I see rainbows?” You ask grandpa.
He laughs lightly, taking the stone from my hand.
“This is pure crystal, unpolished.
You can’t see the light because
there is unwanted dirt and soil on it.
If you clean it,
polish it with hard substances,
you can see it!
Like your mamma’s diamond earrings!”
“I understand!” You say.
I wonder if one day, you will understand
what Pappa was trying to say.
Hardships will hurt you, baby,
but I’m sure, they will make you
into the shiniest human being
ever walked on the planet.
A little father-daughter sentiment, I suppose.
I painted my very first crystal! Not perfect, but practice is definitely required, but I’m quite happy with it. I enjoyed the experience!
They say that if you see yourself in
a cracked mirror, you get
seven years of bad luck.
I handle mirrors very, very
In handling mirrors, I forget to
take good care of my
soul and heart
and don’t care if it gets
Over and over
I’m really glad of how my sketch came out to be. I initially planned to draw a spiderweb, but then, I went in deeper. This is my favourite sketch so far.