En Soul-ment and tone
Will never fade away The undulating skies and fervent seas The bowels of grass and **** The mighty winds Careless tangles of swarms and open bridges and catfish and crayfish and The reverberations of sounds and laughter Sonorous and somnolent and alabaster Mounds its way through the desert storms and wingless chills Panafery conglomerates itself Call me It calls me And extolls itself Exaults itself Highly highly praise and praises be
I stare at a glowing window while I hear
the street sweepers chiming down the street for the week night I've lost count of. Body warmth and sleep cuddles aren't around, to help me want to close my eyes tonight. It's 3 AM on Monday and my lover's in his own waking in a few hours to the glow and I still don't want to wink. Fixated on past experiences. This is just never the time to be appreciating everything, is it? Too late to get anything good down, Too early write anything off.
I'm in class
doodling- instead of paying attention- doodling instead of listening. I'm just hearing the mumbling of the professor... . professor-ing he's talk talk talking about... something. Doing something because of something. But I’m just doodling. Again not listening. Again not hearing Such important details Of something Happening somewhere Because of... Something Something bad is happening Again Sounds like something that’s happened Before I continue to doodle adding tornados to the scribbles. Causing mayhem between Simple blue lines on bleached paper Just like somewhere Where something happened Because of... Something Concentrate- Harder like the pressure of the pen I doodle with It’s too late Lecture over.
Don’t get me wrong though I love class and learning! It’s just sometimes it’s like people never listens in class or take their own initiative to learn something and that frazzled me up a little lol
an arterial driver where he'd flee his schlep to accompany wires but hire them and direly with an accordance that oppression dearly their navels in latter times of inca summers love begotten
A story of an inca summer
With each day's torments in life
I take my brush and try to paint out my soul Where to begin or end not knowing at all but still love to paint to find solace within my heart! To paint or to write, is my usual confusion so did both while writing & painting my soul out!
I am passionate about writing as well as painting.
Now trying to do both at the same time.
The teacher's busy teaching,
Whereas my mind is full. Oh my, I've got millions of ideas, Can't control a pencil's pull... Because I ain’t taking notes and my sheet’s empty And to doodle, many ideas tempt me. Ideas? I have plenty But minutes, Not many. I have loads of space but not a pencil case, Umm… that, I can borrow from a mate. I’ll try drawing a party although I have no social trait. Or probably myself reading my favorite comic Big Nate. How about me eating spaghetti? As fall from the heavens confetti. My mind drifts off, As all I can think about is Ferrari spin-offs. Wait… what? Was that the bell? God save me, I have no excuse to tell!
About my real life experience. And yours too.
The mind is a misuse of reflections,
we gaze upon the maddening of our life and make order from a doddle of randomness. "A tree barks, still no one hears it? We have the wisdom of moments, but are we still infants in the scheme of our growth. Are we still crawling, but the illusion of us standing gently wilts. "Freedom is a leash, getting tighter everyday, Sleep is the illusion of time, for we wake reliving the same day, but envision it as new. Time is non-existent, were just a tape replaying different moments till its overplayed then just ceases.
Last night I dreamt that Google
was celebrating me through one of its doodles. It was the simplest of them all, the most ordinary and vanilla - common as a rock, low-pitched with a cherry on top. You clicked on it and it didn't have any answers. It showed nothing. No sound was added, no funky animations, no gamification. Corny and simple. I think they did a pretty good job in celebrating me.