Since this blog is mainly here for me to express myself, I thought I'd share some of my favorite drawings and a poem I wrote recently. I have all of these in color in my room but I'm too lazy to scan the final products...
These three are some of my favorites... Ironically, I drew all of them to express one frustration or another that I'd been having with dating.
Rapunzel hesitates. Her hair is long enough. He seems charming enough. He's already climbed a tree and is declaring his passion in order to woo her, win her, persuade her to let down her hair. However, she's so safe in her tower. Will it end happily ever after or with trials and suffering. In this fairytale, it ends with both which I is why I was drawn to draw the Rapunzel in the first place.
Wall flower. I drew this one as the last of my original Apt 55 roommates was getting engaged. I have had many moments in my life where I feel like everyone is off living my dream and I'm still stuck in Limbo land... I mean Provo. Some things are worth waiting for but it doesn't make it easier to watch. Someday I'll make it to the dance floor...
I drew this one after a particularly bad break up. I have quite a few drawings I've done with merpeople, most of which are a little more optimistic (more based off of the Little Mermaid fairytale). However, this is more of a "Mermaids seem beautiful and then they drag you down to the bottom of the sea".
Finally, here are some poems I wrote recently at Poetry Club. I'm not much of a poet but I figure practice makes perfect.
I set the milk on the counter and shut the refrigerator door.
I notice they're staring at me.
Well, some of them.
Others are gazing into each others' eyes, lost in their own little world.
Holding hands, whispering sweet nothings into their sweetheart's ear.
All of them smiling. Always smiling.
Knowing their reality is better than their dreams
Their lives are full of magic, all is beautiful.
Their perfect joy captured in a photo,
Like the dozens of photos that greet me each morning
As I drown my frosted mini-spooners...
And I'm out of milk... ::sigh::
The best way to chop the emense charcoaled log was to throw it off a thirty foot sandstone cliff.
At least thats the way it appeared.
The two lumbered slowly to the highest peak
Shifting and skidding with sand filled shoes
With log raised high
And a mighty warrior's cry
The blakened timber flew threw the air
Soared, spiraled, and...
The stump didn't so much as splinter
Leaving not but a sooty mark on the rusty rocks.
At that moement savegery struck.
Darkened hands donned the signs of warriors
Ebony stripes crossed heathen cheeks
Crumbling chuncks of cedar create
Epic battles, lightning strikes,
Swirling smoke round a roaring fire
Beating, thundering, bursting from the stone.
A petrogliff is worth a thousand words.
There it is.
A horrendous mountain.
A smelly eyesore by your bedside.
You've tried to ignore it
Pretend you don't want to wear your favorite blouse.
Pretend that you're not down to two pairs of socks.
However, you can pretend no longer
It has to go.
You awkwardly amble down the stairs,
Hoping all the good machines aren't taken.
Dark side versus light side.
Thick bloo goo that smells like an Irish spring globs to the bottom of the washer.
A dollar later tha machine is working its magic.
Sudsing and swirling in a vicious vortex of towels, t-shirts, and jeans
Later you aid a soggy migration to a warmer climate.
The rumbling, tumbling, tossing, and turning lightens until at last you unload.
Hot, steamy, fresh, delicious.
It makes you think of warm blankets on a stormy night,
The crisp clean air of a summer rain,
Teddy bears in creepy commercials?...
Pressed, folded, stowed away.
All is in order.
For two weeks, anyways.
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