The lights turn on, Dank dark cell, releasing earthly smells, Assulting nostrils, clinging and seeping in deep, Tackling oppression, listening closely for agression, Bruises, yet no memory, Trapped in a prision, mind and body, Jagged insults float through stone passages, Loud painful roars of agony shriek up the tomb like stone, Crackling in ear, roaring…
Tag: Emotion
Making Color Yours
Walls covered from top to bottom, In your colorful zen-like art, Country filled scenes explode like bombs, Into heart filled drawings. Your talent inspires, Taking parts from everywhere, Mixing to make your unique spires, Your vision quite clear. Zen entagled eye mazes, Leaving viewer with heart ache, As they lay amazed, As you take color…
SITS UPON A CHEST
Depression sits on the chest, As sinking swamp sucks in the wreckless, Justice served on interloping thoughts, Saddening, deepening, trembling free reality, Paradox in between knotted rows, Knitted into being by Destiny, Twisting us down undefined paths, Twisting our future and darkening our past, Depression sits on the chest.
JOURNEY
Going this journey alone is becoming a swamp of no return Lost in the brush or stuck in the mud I become Each days journey never ending even when the sun winds down Endless hours toiled with no harvest from the soil Empty promises shrill in empty ears and hallow halls Eyes sunken and shallow,…
Scarred Wounds
Sitting alone in a sunlit room I gather my thoughts into a loom Weaving possibilities, hopes, dream, & ambitions Doing my best to avoid the feeling of impending doom & gloom That so often overtakes me about noon I do by my best to avoid it because it will be here soon To tease me…
Pulling Myself Out Of A Slump
Up until Monday I felt really blue. My depression raged and put me into a deep slump. I felt pain for past events, fear for current events, and anger at different situations. I can pin point each thought that brought my mood down. Even though I am aware that past events can’t be changed and…
Thinking Out A Project
Raw emotion is a dangerous tool for me. Emotion is the basis of my creativity. My art is dependent on the mood I am in. My mind uses my mood as a palate and my hand as a tool. Today I am angry, torn, depressed, and enraged. I feel like taking a pastel or tube…
