Posts Tagged ‘mood’
Feed Yer Head
Posted on: September 17, 2010
The over.whelm.ing
S…C…E…N…T of Sharpie tickles my IMAGINATION.
My palms begin to feel…magnetic-tic-tik-tic (toc?) against this pad of paper.
(+)Positive versus (-)negative.
The pull
increasing
as reality descends.
Sweating now.
¡NO TIME! to initiate a thought process.
Bundles of recycled creativity leave me longing for more.
More of…
(…)….anything….(…)….everything….(…)….all at once….(…)
No one can touch ME.
My veins pump quick with energy, my blood a thick, rich red.
People stare yet keep to themselves.
Their
eyes dance with FEAR
as
my mind is thoroughly examined.
Skin cold, lungs numb; curiosity makes the pupils twitch.
A backwards breast stroke beneath a background of brilliant blue.
∞(.I see you.)∞
But please, no need for the negatives. Touch me, feel me, but don’t be afraid.
Uniquely Different.
FUCK routine.
I am a superhero of sorts without all those superpowers.
My heart is warm; shared sympathy never bitter.
WELCOME TO MY WORLD.
I suppose I am happy here. I suppose I belong. Bright moments contracting dull.
Life is art and I am the artist. Crouched behind that big wooden easel.
My paintbrush…
A
L
I
V
E
…with so many colors.
So much FrEeDoM.
Mind racing (racing) with opportunity; fingers can’t keep up.
Perspiration via motivation. The cologne of accomplishment.
The paper softens as I progress. Happy mistakes litter the page now.
Along-with-hundreds-of-inches-of-leeway. Ahhh, leeway.
My brain seems…bruised…with numb surprise.
Cleverly disguised in white, I suggest, ‘Perhaps, a different wardrobe?’
BLUES
ORANGES
GREENS
REDS
Everything just sort of connects/blends/combines.
I’m left to smile at these results.
Today, I cannot STOP smiling.
All this awesomeness is making my face hurt.
[.Yup.]
=] ♣ [=
The Color Of Hunger 