Wyatt R
Wyatt R
Feb 16

Sketch me down in your notebook,
take away the insecurities and the imperfections
that exist just to mess up the message here.
Who am I? You decide.
I tried to lead myself and ended up
losing myself when I tried to fly.
Sketch me down in your notebook
and take away all the bad.
Draw a perfect picture.

Try and draw some kind of fairytale where I'm in the shining armor trying to defeat the beast. In reality I am the monster in that storyline just trying to escape.
#perfect   #picture   #draw   #notebook   #sketch  
Feb 8

It was February 6th, the boy could taste the wood in his teeth

Had a bad habit, of a pencil, and biting on it

It was history class, in boredom the boy could pass

A blank page, for a bored mind like his in its own cage

The page screaming, for him to fulfill it with a drawing

A rock and a girl,
Seemingly in her own world

The boy had drawn a stranger, and although he had made her

And she had come from his thoughts, her, he didn't know lots of

It was interesting, he had made a character, perhaps story teller

Couldn't tell what she was thinkin', or who she was even

It was as if this image he'd made, had its own thoughts that would fade

Just like the rock, and the girl

Both drawn in pencil, would eventually fade leaving a mere sample

The page that was once empty, was fulfilled simply,

With the vision of a portrait, that by looking at it, it stood still

Yet anyone who interpret it carries,  their own series of stories

However, to the boy she looked  quite sad, maybe because he has what she never had

The ability of speaking, breathing, living, after all she is just a drawing

Maybe she seats on the rock with thoughts that are existential, as she realizes she is drawn in pencil

#alive   #drawing   #art   #boredom   #sketch   #nonliving  

Watching the motorway
from the cafe'.
resting my feet of clay.
Under a sky of clouds,
that some may say,
have silver linings.
But all I can see is the grey.

Divine Dao
May 16, 2016

We are going to have
a lot of fun
I promise! It will not be Like blood ending "Promise."

Although -- Alternative flight off is recomended!

When I see beauty I recognize it!
When I see a dark tragedy creeping along the alleys of life,
travesty of its bitterness pressures the chairos in me,
reeling the karma of all
the involved acteurs.

To catharsis?

Leah Barton
Leah Barton
Apr 21, 2016

Did I conjure her from lovesick alchemy
Robe her in the blankets of my dreams
Draw her skin from autumn fallen prophecy
Try and keep her singing by my vigil side
Sketch her beauty in the ink of outcast Angels
Tapping at the gates for pearls to greet her with
Did her vessel roll upon some fabled porous shores
Peeling past the burlesque mist to show her curves
Gently bringing dancing dainty feet to hardy vale
Did she wait inside an empty echo of a present moment room
Just to show her love when all else fades to crescent silence
To offer her caress and wrap her sheepskin arms around my winter
Did she venture on some car seat clouds from Arcadia
Or walk across the scattered sands of disillusion just to touch In our cathartic bliss
To stay right by my entwined vines hereafter while all the others sleep too much
Until it dawns that I am simply mortal fate but she will last forever

This wasn't written by me. It was by a poet on poetfreak named "Fixative Creative" It is the most beautiful poem I've ever read. I wanted to share it all with you.
#love   #beauty   #her   #creative   #sketch   #fixative  
Lisa Lesetedi
Lisa Lesetedi
Apr 10, 2016

Strangers first meet, but I found home in his eyes...
My Name on his tongue enough to send quavers down my thighs
But it was more than that
Something in the story he told
Something in his chapters I couldn't wait to unfold.
Strangers first meet...
Eyes binding
Two strangers with an end worth finding ..
But it was more than that...
It was the way he carried himself
The way he licked his lips like marination...for the tender words he spoke.
My body, mind and soul he could provoke.
Two strangers first meet
Two dreams come together
Temporary forevers
Waking up becomes a nightmare
I met the perfect guy
And if he's selling, his dreams I did buy.

My Dearest Reno
My Dearest Reno
Mar 4, 2016

a cooling to the air,
jacaranda bend, sticks of majesty
a sleeping heart to gently touch,
express the principal of silence
wrapped into the clouds, we rise
beloved so precious with sheen,
hues of uncontrollable pinks and blues
in chase of deer, in chirp of bird
all harmoniously dipping and diving
creator painting expressed joys
phenomenon can be observed,
wind pulses with rhythmic beat

Martin Narrod
Martin Narrod
Feb 14, 2016

in the penguins luck the furnace begins
at reprograming the news. Picture frames on 2 x 4s , three
photographs and glass bottles in the most decadent of matrimonies.
Three-hundred million dollars.
And the race riots show 'em who'll take the dampit from the mound of
Soot stained elements, canvas, trash bags, electric guitar riffs, giraffes, bingo, the drip-drop on the drop cloth. Easing into the new processor.

She who settles the wages of crickets with ether and single-barrel vanilla buckshot and maple. Incisors and cynical stereotypecastes and the shadows of the other mugged and loose canonical charades the worser and worsening play their ad keywords at in the sketchmakers many movements her dactyls fine and her fingertips many. Sweet lines of breathing and setting.

#love   #poetry   #art   #girls   #breathe   #eat   #nude   #guys   #valentinesday   #sketch  
Jan 6, 2016

Stencils and pencils
Sharpener mishaps
Doodles, scribbles
Scrambling shades
Blending sketches
Running axis points
Spherical shadows
Tinting hints and hues
Pencilled portraits
Cruel crooked eyes
The bendy nose
Philosophical muse
Artistically inspired
Shading and fading
Realistically amused
Fused within reality
Surreal tuned vices  
Meet-ups and sit ups
Outlines freakily patched

Attended a sketching meet up for the first time. The best ever environment where I can just be myself. Socialising via sketching is cool;)
#mused   #amused   #sketch   #meet-up  
Kat Pan
Kat Pan
Nov 28, 2015

If I painted a portrait of you
It would look like a silly sensation of shapes
A failed attempt to form eyes and lips into a memorable escape
But really I enlarged your eyes because in them you carry a star filled sky
Every simple feature I sketch I wish could be mine
Theres a masterpiece in every line

#love   #life   #drawing   #art   #masterpiece   #color   #lines   #sketch  
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