made up my mind

if I say the right words in a pre-determined order,

I know I can change your mind.

I’ve done that before,

watched it happen like a using weapon.

the hard part for me right now

is making up my own mind about what is not even a choice,

while the clock is running I can’t take up too much time again.

it’s now or never,

because if don’t make it when I still can,

the indecision will haunt me forever.

-what can I tell myself to make this process faster?

while I have you here

incessantly
I threw a ball against the wall you’d become.
brought in heavy machinery to atleast tear it down.
you told me home is where you were
and I took that to my heart.
the closer, the closer I got
no place came in sight
only obstacles did.
when I exhausted myself
I drew graffiti
the best one I could
and turned my back to you
I never thought I would
but
I really needed to go home.
a home.
I just don’t know where yet.

can I tell you something
(the drawings are back!)

Holding back

a hand that you used to hold tight
and knew like yours
felt the strength of
traced the lines of, front and back
slipped from your fingers
like sand
like time
it’s too late now
to get it back
because you doubted,
suspected
that it wasn’t holding you
but that it was
holding you back.

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(I amuse myself with wordplay, heh)

tuckered out

don’t think too much about the past or your life, love
time moves forward,
the world moves too fast,
you’ll exhaust yourself catching up.

instead
paint whatever you can,
and write whatever you can’t recall.

do what you want,
like it’s the only system that matters
at the end of the day.

fret not.

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Some mid-week motivation even if it’s only Tuesday today. Happy reading!

(Found the attached photo on WeHeartIt website.)

vigilant

this finding myself
part should not be this hard as
I am just right here.

(it’s only a few lines on a page, but they took forever to get just right.) I’m also delighted about how it kind of looks like a mask, sleeping with one eye open?

have a wonderful weekend. see ya next week! (:

Picture perfect

how the curves and the shadows and the colours
came together as skin and bones,
and then there you were.

I left the canvas blank, just for you.

I’m not sure how this easel is standing with that weak stand, but in the spirit of poetry, consider this a perfect picture, pretty please?

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