Who's the boy with the sickly eyes down the hall? He looks so familiar. But his name I can't recall. He's on my lips, I can feel him right there, hope he didn't catch me with my mouth open stare.
He looks like he needs a nap, to get some rest. His clothes all wrinkled, his posture's a mess.
But he has a thick line of laughter creased in his cheek. His smile has some tatters, and he's got coffee stains for teeth. His glasses are fogged up ***** with that day's grease. If he took a bit of care for himself he'd be looking, well, better than what I've seen.
Too bad he isn't better than he is right now.
some ideas ive had, some remarks ive heard, and a few insecurities i need to face
I look In a mirror what do I see looking back, reflection but I'm old now can't remember the last I took a good hard look at me but what I see now I'm unrecognisable Where now that the young man who played about with his hair more like girl with bad hair day, hair I dont have anymore "Oh for the joys of getting old
The joys of growing old look in a mirror what you see looking back you don't like anymore
Our task in class was to draw really depressed people for a competition ... I wanted to draw a really really sad child ... Chubby drooping cheeks Soft flawless skin
She said no ... ... ... Instead, I get to draw an old person ... which is fine But, ... the WRINKLES HOW am I to draw perfectly EVERY SINGLE LITTLE WRINKLE?! And especially a value scale of shading as well while ACCOUNTING FOR EVERY WRINKLE?! ... See, the issue isn't that I am unwilling to draw BUT But ... I, consider myself at big picture person NOT as much detail oriented
I, consider myself someone who relies at least half if not more on creativity NOT to say that I lack technical skill
BUT, my strong suit would be the idea
Now, she's challenging me by giving me a simple idea And having the key portion be the execution ... According to my mom it's a good thing ... ... And I agree too, but... ... Ugh, I suppose I'd better go draw
I. I often look at your beautiful face, but that isn't why I love you.
you are looking in the mirror forty years from now, and you have long surrendered to time, your beauty will betray you, it will betray us, this you already know, the heavens and hells tug at your flesh slowly carving wrinkles at the pillars of your youth.
II. The Ocean Blue
For on the surface they swim, and on the surface you look but few so ever dive where a madman would go to the dark chilly solitary crevices, of where true beauty lies, that is where I found you, in the deep darkness that is where I saw you, alone, so beautiful, pristine, cold in the dark.
Seeping sadness eating me alive while I sit here aimlessly breathing to the buzzing of the stove. Wingless appetite of a girl who brainlessly bargains as her soft little soul drifts away. She heartlessly mutters of love she doesn’t feel.
All that she feels is steam puffing past her face as she slowly wears her wrinkles day after day.
To those who've felt aimlessly waiting for life to carry on, as the days carry on.
When gazing upon her reflection She doesn’t see wisdom in grey hairs Or find memories in smile lines She sees bags and wrinkles Pain and stress Tears roll over the hills and valleys On her aging cheeks Oh how I wish she could see There is simple beauty in living A long and happy life