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"So Now?"
the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.
I am waiting to live,
waiting to die.
I wish I could ring in some bravery.
it's a lousy fix
but the tree outside doesn't know:
I watch it moving with the wind
in the late afternoon sun.
there's nothing to declare here,
just a waiting.
each faces it alone.
Oh, I was once young,
Oh, I was once unbelievably young!
~Charles Bukowski
Your river by the oak tree
has turned molten gold again,
as the glowing orb of light and life surrenders to the sapphire sky.
The cotton clouds float in shy, pink circles
While the rush of the river awakens a memory I had long forgotten,
When this same tree once bore luscious flowers,
Their scent wafting lazily into the cool breeze,
While we sat and reminisced about the possibility of other lives in the universe,
Under the silver moon.
A lot has changed since then.
Since the night we met.
~Me
"No War"
I looked to the east and there was a war.
I looked to the west and there was a war.
I looked north and I looked south and there was a war.
I looked within and there was a war.
I felt no peace, no safety, no comfort anywhere.
With bone deep, aching tiredness, I looked at the arduous journey before me with quiet, blank eyes.
Whatever my destiny maybe, I started with the war within.
I bled and cried out emotions, pains and fears.
Years of souls haunting me from beyond their graves.
I fought and I fought and I fought.
They whispered sweet nothings in my ears. Their sirens call piercing as they wail and they wail and they wail.
I still fought and I fought and I fought.
And before I knew, their voices grew weak.
They washed over me like sea foam, dull and bleak.
Then I built and I built and I built.
After what felt like centuries, I lifted my head.
I looked to the east and I looked to the west.
I looked to the north and I looked to the south.
There was no war, only peace.
~Me
"Totemism", Dime-Store Alchemy: The Art of Joseph Cornell by Charles Simic.
"Desiderata"
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
~Max Ehrmann
"The Sparrow in my Head"
There is a little sparrow in my head that likes to cause a mess.
It distracts me with its shrill screeching
that bounces against and vibrates my skull.
It flaps its tiny wings and causes a flurry in my head, like a feral hurricane.
It drills against my brain and causes pulsing migraines
and sometimes it nips at my eyeballs.
There is a little sparrow in my head
Shackled and caged behind bars of steel.
It is bruised,broken and battered
And its wings are clipped.
To set it free somebody will have to crack open my skull.
"It's not fair", cries the sparrow.
"Oh but it is fair", I reply,
"Just like, a head for a head,
a tail for a tail,
an eye for an eye,
and your freedom for mine."
The little sparrow gives a sad chirp and droops its wee head.
"Do not despair, little bird", I consol,
"One day you'll be able to fly,
high above, higher than the sky.
For just like in the circle of life,
the day your life begins,
is the day mine ends.
So chin up and wait some more,
just a little more time."
There is a little sparrow in my head that weeps tears of patience.
There is nothing else it can do.
~Me
*Inspired by Bluebird by Charles Bukowski*
“The Strongest Of The Strange”
you won’t see them often
for wherever the crowd is
they are not.
those odd ones, not many
but from them come
the few good paintings
the few good symphonies
the few good books
and other works.
and from the best of
the strange ones perhaps
nothing.
they are their own
paintings
their own
books
their own
music
their own
work.
sometimes I think
I see them – say
a certain old
man sitting on a
certain bench
in a certain way
or
a quick face
going the other way
in a passing
automobile
or
there’s a certain motion
of the hands
of a bag-boy or a bag-girl
while packing supermarket groceries.
sometimes
it is even somebody
you have been
living with
for some time –
you will notice a
lightning quick
glance never seen
from them before.
sometimes
you will only note
their existance suddenly
in vivid recall
some months
some years
after they are
gone.
I remember
such a one –
he was about
20 years old
drunk at 10 a.m.
staring into a cracked
New Orleans mirror
facing dreaming
against the walls of
the world
where
did I
go?
~Charles Bukowski
Depression may be invisible, but your absence is not.
Short Stories #2
2. Waiting
Heels clicked against the polished, stone floor as nurses in white and teal, carrying paperwork and various instruments hurried by. Hands typed on keyboards in a flurry while also picking up calls for appointments and guiding a long line of patients. The smell of disinfectant and sanitizer never failed to assault the senses but you get used to it after a while. Soft murmurs and chatters lazily floated in the room creating a lull in the air which would be shattered by the sudden, alarming announcement for the next patient. Irritation simmered underneath my skin as unruly children ran around untamed, threw magazines at each other and spilled water on the floor while the parents chit chatted or scrolled on their screens. Somewhere in the back a child started wailing. I heaved a deep sigh and felt the beginnings of a pounding headache. I was already here longer than I should have been, absolutely annoyed that they delayed my appointment to twenty minutes later. A man to my right kept distractingly tapping his water bottle, his fingers moving in a synchronized rhythm. The little boy to my left kept shifting in his seat and would get up every two minutes to explore the restroom despite being reprimanded by his mother repeatedly. A woman across me crossed her legs and shook her foot while another tapped her obnoxiously high heeled shoes. Restless and bored, that's what they all were. The wailing of the baby had now reached a high intensity, ear piercing shriek which left the father no choice but to take his child outside. A few people sighed in relief. I, too, heaved another deep sigh but not of relief, as my headache reached its potential and banged against my skull. I wondered, not for the first time, how long it would take for my turn. Till then, I'll be waiting.
"My dear, I have become so familiar with the loss of loved ones that death now seems like family and my grave feels like home."
"If you could see yourself through my eyes ,mom, you'd think that you embedded the diamond stars in the ink stained universe with your bare, calloused hands."
Do you ever get that intense yearning to learn in the middle of the night? The universe, the stars, mythology, languages, art, history, culture, physics, psychology, philosophy and anything and everything you can get your hand on. It's as if knowledge becomes alive at night.
Yall enjoy two weeks of work uwu
oCeAn WiDe
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My Fanart of Terry Grandchester from the anime/manga “Candy Candy”!
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My latest fanart China from Hetalia!
My God! Shading is harrrrd! It was my first time ever shading one of my drawings… please give me feedback and advice! 🥺😄
Ethereal Angel by the Water – Captured by Kuvaajankulma
A serene and ethereal portrait of an angelic figure standing barefoot on river rocks, wrapped in a flowing white dress with elegant wings. Captured during a tranquil evening in nature, this photograph highlights the harmony between beauty, fashion, and the peaceful surroundings. See more at Kuvaajankulma.
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FELIZ AÑO NUEVO 🎊🎆 Por fin me acordé de subir el dibujo 🥲 pero eso es solo un pretexto para desearles un feliz comienzo 🖖🏻🌝 Espero seguir contando con ustedes otro año más 🙏🏻👋🏻 ¿Que les gustaría que hiciera este año? #newyear #newyear2023 #2023 #2023drawing #drawing #draw #drawingsofinstagram #animedrawing #animedraw #animedrawings #animedrawingstyle #añonuevo #añonuevo2023 #igdraw #igdrawings #quickdrawing #quickdraw #quickdrawings #doodle #doodleart #doodlearts #drawingstyle #drawingstyles #drawingstyle✏️ #artist #artistic #art #arte #artgallery #dibujo (en Happy New Year) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm40Z0OPQyc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Ahora dibujé a Kai 🌚🤌 tremendos cambios de diseño que le hago, espero y les guste aunque el fondo no me convence 😅 Últimamente he dibujado muy poco, y es que la escuela me trae de exámenes en exámenes, espero y me tengan paciencia arreh 🥸👌🏼 #kai #dibujos #dibujo #dibujodigital #dibujodeldia #dibujorapido #dibujosart #art #arte #artedigital #digitalart #digitalillustration #digital #difitaldrawing #digitalartist #digitalartist #digitalpaint #igdraw #artistsoninstagram #artist #artistic #artistsupport #artistsupportartists #illustrationartists #igillustration #igillustrator #originalcharacter #originalart #originalcharacters #originalpainting #originalcharacterart (at KAI) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeMJUfgFuI6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
My Art in Pen & Shit!!
La Paz, Bolivia
Austin Great Room Dining Room
“Unlike water, emotion does not settle quickly once agitated nor is it naturally inclined towards equilibrium”
Really rough sketch of Neuvillette but I really enjoy how it turned out! I finally graduated college so I’m going to try to push out some more art! :D hope you guys enjoy!