the Forest
there are whispers in these woods
they call
to me Breathing
sweet nothings
born from blackberries
and figs The promise of purpose
pomegranate seeds
mashed by molars
mystifying It’s alive
and breathing
though the exhale doesn’t
stop
and the air has runs
and the lungs don’t
e x p a n d
between trees
the metallic clicking
a painful
gurgling The mouth of the forest
opens wide
stealing air
blood
body
from my soul
o u t s t r e t c h e d am I
doomed to the final moment
a death rattle
Ringo arrives to the rave…
Yeah Right, I get it. You always have to be right. Well, you know what? You can write the right-handed way and you can act righteously like you are right now. But that doesn’t make you right, you got it? Alright. - Sappy
Soulful
Autumn leaves in piles
at your feet I smile
whisked up in the chill
of bare tree limbs
regal in poses
possessing the spirit
with promises of apple cider
and cinamon sticks
knitted sweaters
with kaleidoscope jewels
and amber sap
on sticky fingers
finding their way to
comfort in decay
an annual dance
of those bewitched
by western winds
Fortunate are those
with the autumnal soul
Choosing peace? Maybe.
With it being exam season, this week I’ve drawn a little point-of-view sketch inspired by all of the late-night study sessions I’ve been having in my dorm lately. I’ve always enjoyed doing point-of-view sketches; even though the perspective in this one is quite unrealistic, these sketches offer a great opportunity to practice drawing people and characters interacting with their surroundings instead of my typical drawings of characters existing in front of their environment. Overall, I really did enjoy this sketch and I’m happy with the result : )
