What leads one man may not lead another For too much differs from worlds far apart We try too hard to fit where we are told When all along our differences are art
Time passes on, we laugh, we cry, we live As days go by we quest for more than this Humanity is dulled to a quiet husk And yet the ever hunger for more persists
Is it destiny we crave something else? Or just a longing to be our true self?
Comment: pressed for time this morning and lowkey having an artist block. Opted to do a sonnet today. I can't remember the last time I wrote in iambic pentameter. :/
Comment: anxiety free fall from lack of finances, s**t job, and lack of time. Everyday the thought of quitting this hits me. If I miss a day assume I gave up. It's not like I am actually connecting to any. So here is 20 agonizing shitty hair styles I forced myself to do.
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2019 8:37 pm
Day:20 Theme: monster parade
The howling moors do have a day When goblin and ghoul come out to play. With the full moon high the bells do roll All join in for the midnight stroll
The parade of shrieks and screams Echo from each home and stream As more join in the chaotic fray Soon the street is dark and gray
A mass of limbs and hair and bone Shambles, slither, wiggle, groan Around the town hall and down the lane The chorus of cries never wanes
"Another year!" One does profess "The time is ours! Let's do our best!" The change was here and all could tell This Halloween would be the best in Hell.
Comment: wanted to art but didn't have the energy. Spent awhile trying to think of a premise for a poem and ended up doing a dynamic short burst poem psuedo Nightmare before Christmas. It may be lacking in length but the imagery and sound seems evident that the tale comes across. Tomorrow will have art.
Wandering idly along the shoreline A flurry of thought clouded my mind What could tomorrow bring? The needed change or the same ole thing? Do I stay in place or do I go? I'm so alone there is no home Salty air distracts the nightmares While the gentle tide takes all care Until all that remains there Is a haunted girl with Auburn hair Swaying like the rolling waves Stumbling to find an end to these dark days
Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2019 7:48 pm
Day: 24 Theme: Eyes
Comment: it took a weird turn part way thru. Harder than expected (that's what she said)