My eyes were closed. I felt blinded even when I opened them. I removed the cloth from my face and found a surprise, gazing back at me from the bed. A beautiful soul, unperished, untouched looking me straight in the eyes. She placed herself on me. I stayed cool as the stranger caressed me with her head, gliding her face back and forth upon my bosom. What a lovely cat she is. She always liked to play with her string and chase after moving objects. She had a curious sense of adventure about her, yet had a longing for my presence. Every day I would walk to the kitchen and she would follow close by. She felt that perhaps I could be her friend, her
I watched the city zipping by from the cold, stained window of the bus on my righthand side. I was clutching my purse. Across sitting from me sat a lady. She carefully looked down at my woolen feather skirt and asked me, "May I have a piece of gum?" I replied to her, "I might have some in my purse" I reached into my leather pleated purse, searched the purse to the right of the bag. Then to the left of the bag. I reached into my right and left pockets. I searched my back pockets but to my recollection, I did not have any gum. "Sorry m'am, I do not have any gum." Her face wallowed over in somberness, her hands rested on her lap quite blue and p
This cold, icy heart
Beats inside my chest
It longs for warmth
Yet never rests
It hurts and aches
The pain won't sort
I must keep up
Till I find warmth
This cold, icy heart
Beats inside my chest
Feels so chilly
And will not rest.
Keep beating heart
Please do not stop
I must stay alive
Alert and atop...
I'm frigid inside
Not awake any longer
Keep searching for escape
From this frosty plunder
I cry and I cry
And accept life's surrender
I look up to the sky
And reflect life's splendor
I must sleep
And rest my eyes
Now I feel peaceful
No more tears of mine to cry :heart:
Like cannons in the night, my love resounds for you
The battles that we fight together, heal our troubled wounds
The bearings of our blood, keeps us fighting still
For it is within this war - that which attaches me to you
This unrequited love, not like any else's
Within this battle side by side the world will never stop us, dreary
But then you turn yourself against us, it troubles me dearly.
I believed in us, you and me as a team
We shared laughter, memories, childhood dreams
Time stood still as the days went by
But why must you stand there and watch me cry?
I don't understand...
Instead you turned your back on me
And threw me to my enemie
My eyes were closed. I felt blinded even when I opened them. I removed the cloth from my face and found a surprise, gazing back at me from the bed. A beautiful soul, unperished, untouched looking me straight in the eyes. She placed herself on me. I stayed cool as the stranger caressed me with her head, gliding her face back and forth upon my bosom. What a lovely cat she is. She always liked to play with her string and chase after moving objects. She had a curious sense of adventure about her, yet had a longing for my presence. Every day I would walk to the kitchen and she would follow close by. She felt that perhaps I could be her friend, her
I watched the city zipping by from the cold, stained window of the bus on my righthand side. I was clutching my purse. Across sitting from me sat a lady. She carefully looked down at my woolen feather skirt and asked me, "May I have a piece of gum?" I replied to her, "I might have some in my purse" I reached into my leather pleated purse, searched the purse to the right of the bag. Then to the left of the bag. I reached into my right and left pockets. I searched my back pockets but to my recollection, I did not have any gum. "Sorry m'am, I do not have any gum." Her face wallowed over in somberness, her hands rested on her lap quite blue and p
This cold, icy heart
Beats inside my chest
It longs for warmth
Yet never rests
It hurts and aches
The pain won't sort
I must keep up
Till I find warmth
This cold, icy heart
Beats inside my chest
Feels so chilly
And will not rest.
Keep beating heart
Please do not stop
I must stay alive
Alert and atop...
I'm frigid inside
Not awake any longer
Keep searching for escape
From this frosty plunder
I cry and I cry
And accept life's surrender
I look up to the sky
And reflect life's splendor
I must sleep
And rest my eyes
Now I feel peaceful
No more tears of mine to cry :heart:
Like cannons in the night, my love resounds for you
The battles that we fight together, heal our troubled wounds
The bearings of our blood, keeps us fighting still
For it is within this war - that which attaches me to you
This unrequited love, not like any else's
Within this battle side by side the world will never stop us, dreary
But then you turn yourself against us, it troubles me dearly.
I believed in us, you and me as a team
We shared laughter, memories, childhood dreams
Time stood still as the days went by
But why must you stand there and watch me cry?
I don't understand...
Instead you turned your back on me
And threw me to my enemie
So I got a new job at this Cupcake place in town. I will be doing caricatures of people in the restaraunt :D :D :D OMG OMG. This is my dream job. Black and white for 5.00 and colored for 10.00. Never thought in my life I would ever be actually doing this. It was just a thought/dream in my head somewhere but I'm finally getting started. Wow. It's only been a few hours after I got told but it's still sinking in. Just wow, I'm so excited guys. :) So proud of myself for getting this far.
SO LIFE IS GOOD. CAPS LOCK IS FUN TO PUT ON SOMETIMES TO EMPHASIZE WHATEVER I AM WRITING!! IT WORKS SOMETIMES. XD
Kay so my art got sponsored locally like today. WTF!! So suddenly too. My boyfriend Daniel and I (Great guy by the way and handsome. Will post pics later ^^) went into the cupcake place because well I got hungry and wanted cupcakes (lol I'M FAT) and we had a long conversation with cupcake cafe owner and her assistant about the place, and somehow the conversation landed to art. She needs art for her store and now she wants me to paint murals all over her bathroom, sell art in her Cupcake store, send my business card over to 1st Na
To get discouraged easily?? I look at the art around me and it surpasses anything I've ever painted or drawn. What's the point of continuing art if you're just gonna keep feeling insecure and let down about your own talent?? You're supposed to feel passion and fun and enjoyment out of painting and drawing, not failure. :'( But that's all I've been feeling lately, like a failure. Like an AMATEUR.
Tell me, what is so significant about being an amateur. I want to feel some sort of pride in my works...and lately it's just hard to. People want landscape art and very slick professional art to buy with amazing styles, and I feel that I can't offer