To expel the outlines piled in my mind on paper,
With a light pencil in one hand,
And slice of rubber in the other,
I parent an impression of hope.

Therein lies the potential and the excitement;
A basic figure given the foundation of grandeur,
Amplifying in complexity before me,
With every scratch of graphite.

As it evolves, a heaviness sets in.
And I pause,
And I stop...

I've given something beautiful a half life, again,
As if it was birthed human,
With no flesh to cover its nerves,
And no breath to cry out its agony.

It remains still in my lap,
Eyes blank as ever staring, maybe, at me .
Out of humility, I tack it up on the wall,
A space shared by its many siblings.

I retreat shamefully with the promise to complete them,
Fumbling with the reality of what I do;
Playing God, I shape the husk of a soul,
And drop it when it's still brittle.

#regret   #drawing   #shame   #person   #picture   #lines   #unfinished   #pencil   #many   #outline  
Drawing something dangerously beautiful
Zara Noury

I thought I forgot you
I thought I long had you buried
Deep in my memory.
I thought you could no longer haunt me
Like you used to do so often.
I thought I got over you
Until your eyes met mine today,
Once or twice at most and that was about it.

I couldn't look at you,
I couldn't look at you without bursting into tears,
So I burst into laughter instead.
And I suppose that you saw through my fake act.

You were there in your corner,
There in your pedestal,
There in your elegance
Drawing something dangerously beautiful
And you were beautifully dangerous.
And I,
I could only watch you from a distance
And learn to admire you
Without touching you,
Without kissing you,
Or fucking you.

We exchanged a conversation
About random things
You know, like
How it took me about an hour
To take a proper picture of the cat you gave me,
How it tragically died,
How I didn't cry when it died...
But I actually did cry when it died...

You looked all right, seriously.
There in your peaceful world
That I no longer was part of.
There in your artistic mind,
There in your capacity to forget,
There in your tendency to break promises,
There in the awful effect you always have on me.

So you said goodbye
Because you had something to go back to.
I said goodbye
Even though I had nothing to go back to.

We parted ways once again,
Me with your drawing pencil in my bag
And you, you my dear, with a piece of me
Inside your pocket.

I remember you once said forever, but you only lied.
I went home,
I went home and cried.


#home   #cry   #drawing   #art   #mind   #peaceful   #promise   #pencil   #pedestal   #pocket  
People call a 'Drawing'
insane hatter
insane hatter
Nov 20, 2014

The way the ink or led stains the paper
With the hand motion you use to create this thing
People call a 'Drawing'
There beautiful
Whoever created them
I am grateful for your discovery

drawing me

traveling through a large plane
an opalescent sky
wide, encompassing embrace
soft lavender-gray clouds float on a string
hovering like distant islands of heaven
a land promised
tender gradient pink to gray
mile-long notations drift
isolated in blue and soft gold

in shifting rays
your voice is holding me aloft
burnished and blending
drawing me
filling my movement
rounding my heart
the rising moon
the sweet aching fullness
the deepening
twinkling colored night
is to you

I'm drawn

For the one I love... you make me feel fully alive and I thank you
#love   #moon   #alive   #sky   #gratitude   #drawn   #vast   #tidal  
Mike Arms
Mike Arms
Jan 4, 2012

Why scrawl any
pattern or
family of bitemarks
or caresses

The illustrator has
children of his own
and loud red
wine to waste

Visiting your birthplace
in your example
suggests antique

Through sublime sense
Puritan watershed

Caroline Katrine
Feb 26, 2014      Feb 28, 2014

I drawed this girl
She looks so pretty
Beautiful and skinny
With hair like Rapunzel
Shes flirting with you
I'm the artist behind
Forgotten and regardless

I started drawing when I was nine years old
Isaiah Sanderman
Isaiah Sanderman
Apr 28, 2013      Apr 30, 2013

I started drawing when I was nine years old
I drew a picture of a cigarette holding my dad
I drew my friend Jimmy with his third nipple
I drew a picture of this kid Randall who had two nipples but no friends

When I was eleven I drew a comic
of this girl Michelle
stopping crime just by being pretty
she giggled in a bad way at me
but when her friends weren't looking
she squeezed my hand

and I drew a ten pictures of hands that day
I wanted to draw it so you could tell the person with the hand was smiling
without giving myself away

when I was thirteen I drew four hospital beds
and I drew each of my family members in one
and then I drew their coffins as statues

When I was sixteen
I drew Chicago
in the shape of a dollar bill
I drew love as a CD in a locked freezer
I drew God as a people-colored crayon
and Earth was the paper
when I was sixteen
I drew my nine year old self with
God in a coffin
buried with a crayon
like people are buried with crosses

Ashley Haack
Ashley Haack
Dec 8, 2014

I've doodled and drawn till my skin's
Smudged grey from graphite,
I've erased and erased till shavings
Covered my floor like a rug,
I've drawn and re-drawn till I think
maybe... maybe it's good enough,
Then I change it some more,
Shade a part again,
Stain my skin some more,
Re-trace lines again...
And I think this time it's just about right,
Not quite, but it's alright,
So I pick up my pencil and
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