Friday, July 17, 2009
Got some new stuff to bore those few readers.
A new song:
Summers nearly half way through
And rarely with content you grew.
Instead the wasted days are fond
Only of those morning songs
Which intoxicate and blur the mind
But greater are the dreams that find
Your way in words which, awful still
Create illusions of life fulfill’d
So productive, hopeful too
The weeks you spend will find you through
The many worded vows and tongues
Those speak to you across and from
Forever less, and ever more
The countless tunes you heard adorn
The empty mind you handle from
And darker thoughts that never sum
To hopelessness, outright and bleak
You listen to the ceiling creak
For you’re awake and they untrue
Summer’s nearly halfway through.
hardship’s year His dragging eyelids rested listlessly beneath his lining brow. Average years could not account for age garnered through hardship. Graying hair left itself in hopeless fringes along the bolder outline of his rueful scalp. The man frowned as his less than perfect appearance crossed his mind, and the murky pools passing beneath his feet. He was handsome once. Yes, with a great deal of success and kindly promises for more. “But things change,” croaked the repulsive image below him. The longest of his years had come to pass. And though infancy's eon is beautiful, his birth year’s novelty was never again. Instead, he was left a year of hardship, whose own novelty was bitter in dying light of his previous life. No dried call for help would aid him now. “Nor will anything for that matter.” A thousand reminders now spoke below him in the rain swept street. “If Hardship’s year has any lesson, futile are my empty words.
Maybe I should write mystery novels.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
my scanner has kicked the bucket, I think. Which is sad, I have so much stuff I'd like to upload.
I'm nearly finished with Volume 3. What a run it's been!
Other than that, nothing too new on my end save the same ol' artistic pursuit.
I received full scores on my AP 2d portfolio though, which is encouraging. So many other lovely individuals from the 2008 CSSSA animation department received full scores as well.
And to think today marked an entire year since I first stepped inside the palace. Miss you guys.
I've been reading quite a bit of fantasy as of late, too. I enjoy a good tale or two. But I understand why Tolkien is so revered! He paints such lush pictures in your head, with his fascination of myth, geography and botany. It'd be neat to do a series of drawings based on the world that he so masterfully brings to life.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Buried deep, in steppes of rain,
the springtime showers never name
where flightless bird give way to ground
whose loss of life is never found.
Yet, we swallow, whole and real
the thickness of the snots that fill
each swollen nose, and blistered tongue
and dying airs that wilt the lung
Of all you held so close and dear
not through love, but out of fear.
'Cause anxious gust and baleful wind
dance beneath our feet again.
So gray across the skies we stand
with falling birds that never land
with drifting sail and misty frill
we the clouds, forever spill.
Springtime showers which never fame
the buried deeper steppes of rain