Sketches
Here are some of my art pieces, I am only a novice artist and started with some pencil sketches and charcoal drawing.
Poems
Here are some of my musings or emotions which I could not express another way.
1
Rain
letting it know that it is seen, that it is not alone,
by sharing it's own tears.
Rain lets my grief peek into the world outside,
by wiping the tears off my face,
it helps me take a deep breath,
let it out in the form of rain drops.
Thunder silences the wails in my soul,
letting me know that I'm one with the world,
that I do belong,
and remind my grief that it can now be let out,
to be cleansed of dirt,
and let it jump around in the puddles.
just like the little kid it once was!
Daydreams
while I walk in the never-so-bright sun,
keeps me ablaze in the opera of my soul.
The enthralling performance keeps me on my toes,
with my heart matching every beat.
The colors so dazzling,
with tears of rainbows,
sunset of a longing gaze,
the raging flame of a phoenix,
Or the warmth of a loving muse,
That I'd never want the music to end.
Though, when I get back to witness the not-so-green trail,
I wonder why the colors aren't so bright.
The reality stuns me with despair,
either leaving me aghast in the blurry gray,
or make me desperately long for the dreamy sunrise.
Though, I'm slowly starting to hear the birds chirp gently,
showing me that my ears are still ringing,
with the voices of my ghosts,
that it's okay to gasp for a breath and cry it out,
while I wipe my smudgy glasses with my tears.
Tiny
So so tiny, ephemeral,
like a gossamer in the wind, float by
as a spectator,
to the beauty of the world.
I can feel it all turn to dust, as my tunnel vision grapples, to find a sense of feeling.
As tedium fills my soul, I'm left to wonder, to try
my best to appreciate the surreal.
As an audience to the impermeable fate,
while letting the raven unfurl it's wings,
and let it's talons dig into my cage, an existence
only experienced in tears, a storm
whose whirlwind shaped my soul, where a sense of calm
only visits me with a tantalizing transience,
in a fever dream, which should never be held.
But to sleep, I need
to dream, of the happy
netherworld, only to wake up
in tears of solitude, and look forward to accepting my despair,
all over again!