Flawed Perfection.

Here are some sketches of recent and of past. Surprisingly I'm still busy buzzing here and there. Shall post an update soon. In the mean time, enjoy : )

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c h e e r S !

Bits and Pieces.

ReCreating perspective + meaning.



27.11.O7 - My muse is back. And she's brought back more than inspiration--I'm a knot of bubbling euphoria awaiting to materialize. Grand.
Creating+crafting+inventing.



Beauty...
It's in everyday
The little things
We see but never notice...

In the rugged edges of dreams awaiting
Lies a still faith
Unbound and untouchable
by men's ignorant hearts,
Who only seek refuge
in the value of solidity.

Picking Up Stardust.

The days they only exist in moments we call 'now'
Yesterday was a dream, tomorrow is a vision
And yet the beauty of memories and dreams lives on.

I wish understanding were enough.
These moments are fragile
I wish i could hold onto them long enough
But tomorrow becomes today
And later becomes now
Yesterday is a distant; a memory.

Overlooking the view from raised grounds
I tap into a moment lost in time
Feelings came rushing in as though they never left
And it felt like just yesterday;
Embraced in good times
And security you wished never let go of you.

One by one, i cut these ties that bind me
Before it is too late
Before it becomes a part of me;
A liberating pain.

It's so easy to say things;
To tell someone what they need to do or should;
To say that this is right and that is wrong;
To condemn; to justify; to find fault;
But what comes next is more than breathing into the air;
Carve ye' thy words out of air?
Or breath ye' forgotten dust into the wind?

New faces fill the days as the moon slowly reveals itself by night
Early dawn when life is still,
The moonlight is a whisper in the breeze;
An eerie longing of a door that leads to a past;
And the shadows cast are nostalgic;
Secrets lie behind those shadows.

Life has been a misunderstood beau;
My muse has gone on vacation
And i stand alone with what's left of her nurturing.
She's smiling from an unmeasured distance
As i tremble for the words
And attempt to bridge meanings;
To look for inspiration in the foggy mirror of dawn;
Or dreams that have seeped into my pillow covers at night;
Or poems that are left by the stain of lip gloss on my early morning milk mug;
I search and I search,
And I am weary.
I'm still searching.

-25.09.07-

It's a stRaNge and achiNgLy beaUtiFul world...

Dedicated to Lulu,



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I meant to write a post here. but i'm beat and it's bedtime.
Anyways, this is just an experiment with the tablet and colors.
I'll repost the art when i have time to work on it again.
; )

Hope you like it Luu.

C h e e r S !

Playing: Crawling in the Dark -Hoobastank

Afternoon classes tend to be less lively for me.
The wind nearly blew my skirt up in a parade.
Loving the night swim in the pool.

: )





c h e e R s!

Random D o o d l e

Think this was sketched on Vals..?

Veloderama
A random meaningless word
Pondering over the horizon
Visibility and conscience.
It's not about depression
It's reality
Cries of help;
Tears of a broken love;
A tarnished dream;
A climax;
A new beginning.
It's not always about how it goes together
But how just one line relates to you
You discover truths
You uncover lies
You help that lady across the street
You save a life;
Just one word;
One smile;
One act of kindness;
One thoughtful deed;
Disregard expectations
No required reasons
Just because--
Maybe something that makes sense after this
You figure.