Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The Ink and The Drawing


I watch as it drops,
A dark liquid it never stops.
Plop, plop, plop it hits the white snow.
Twisting, turning, curving, I watch it go.
Creating something new
Something I never imagined
Totally out of the blue
But why is it so construed?
I demand it to follow my wishes…
It doesn’t listen; it seems as if it’s possessed
I ask it why and it confesses…
I just want what I want
For no outside forces to give me a taunt.
That I might be something beautiful.
I don’t want you to say I just made this,
You just need to be useful
And pretend it’s pure bliss.
I want it not to be your own doing
Despite others constant wondering
Despite what they say or you may hear
I want you to say you just let it appear.

So what I did with my spare time last week...

So last week I actually had a moment of total free time and I wrote this. Anyways I know it needs some polishing, so tell me whatchya think. :)


The Gate:

I see a light shining
Towards me, it is coming.
A narrow path with an open door,
Here to lead me to something more.
There is nothing I can do,
but face its way.
It leaves me breathless,
without a thing to say.
There's nothing I can do...
So I step through.