#Octoberfalls 16. Notes of Forever

#Octoberfalls 16. Notes of Forever

I have a jar.

A jar of hearts.

The jar of hearts that I collected from my treacherous journey

of life.

The jar of hearts that I pick up and let inside of my own

when I lack inspiration. Or motivation.

It has never failed me.

Until one day, I randomly pulled

out yours.

And your heart began to sing the tales

of me, through you. Of us.

And I wondered if keeping your heart with me

was good for mine because

my heart begins breaking.

Not very happy with the art and the poem. But eh. It will have to do.

 

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#Octoberfalls 15. Tempestous sea

#Octoberfalls 15. Tempestous sea

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.

#Octoberfalls 14. Lonely rooms

#Octoberfalls 14. Lonely rooms

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

normal.

A little sappy, sad poem because I haven’t written any lately.

#Octoberfalls 13. Autumn Dance

#Octoberfalls 13. Autumn Dance

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!

#Octoberfalls 10. Held together by strings

#Octoberfalls 10. Held together by strings

“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

within me.

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.

 

#Octoberfalls 9. Cynefin

#Octoberfalls 9. Cynefin

Fresh filter coffee, first thing early in the day.

Push the curtains for the early light to stream in.

Push a random CD in; press play.

Stare at my fish tank, marvel at that tiny fin.

Pick up a book from the shelf

like I have nowhere to be

because I see myself in

my home; see?

Just another reason why we need

to buy a new book, indeed

today, tomorrow, every day.

Let’s head to the bookstore,

shall we? Yay!

I tried to rhyme. Really. I did.

And I’m actually quite please with my drawing. I wish I’d have made the grills a little (lot) thinner, and then planned it a bit more. Maybe I will do it again another day.

#OctoberFalls 8. Rainbows and Gemstones

#OctoberFalls 8. Rainbows and Gemstones

You hold up the crystal to the sunlight

but you see no rainbows.

You pout.

“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!