Feeling Life Lost

July 21, 2013- 21:54

Feeling
The string of courage frayed 
The rope of sanity burning 
The strength within me slowly diminishing
Happiness slipping between my fingers
It's getting hard to hold on. 
Positivity is gone
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Life 
Plastered against the floor of rock bottom 
Reaching out to help
Clenching the dust of isolation 
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Lost
The light of hope so dimly lit
Buried beneath a mountain of shit
Sensations of needles pierce my brain

As I lie down and bleed rain

Perspective: A River

Delicate apple blossoms fall gracefully. The aroma fills the atmosphere, mixed with the cooling vapours of the river. Crystal liquescent water tricking downstream, gliding over the natural stone barriers built by nature itself. Vibrant green fields of glistening waxed grass and soft pallid triviums sink in his eyes. The chickadees chirp cheerfully as they flap their wings and glide across the vast vibrant sky. He takes a fragile Mason jar and clutches it in his frail hands. In it lies a lone butterfly, longing for escape from captivity. He peeks through the glass and gazes at its beauty. With great difficulty he proceeds to twist the metal lid clockwise. After what seemed to be an eternity, he slowly separates it from the jar. With one last gaze, he releases the captive butterfly. It gracefully flutters its majestic wings for the first time in years. Approaching his line of sight emanates another butterfly. Both intertwine and fly off into the eternal sunset, where they lie eternally forever. As the man witnesses this, a single tear rolls down his wrinkled cheek. A reminder of what he must do next.
 

Reflection
My choice for this one was difficult due to the fact that I liked all of these pieces. However, I chose this one due to the fact that it contained symbolism and described from all five senses (taste, touch, smell, hearing, sight). The symbolism in this piece is represented by the butterfly, which the father of the bride holds onto for so long. However, he must let it free in order for it to learn how to fly. The butterfly represents his daughter and releasing it represents him giving her away at the wedding. I really wanted to convey the contradiction of the man’s point of views. On one hand he sees sheer beauty in his surrounding landscape, but it is clouded by the fact that he is afraid of what the future holds (for his daughter). I also tried to incorporate alliteration to add some rhythm to the piece.

"ART"

February 5, 2013

ART

A word defined by three single letters

Three individually meaningless letters.

However, when all combined, they yield a word that possesses many meanings.

All forms accepted

Realism, impressionism or surrealism

True beauty reflected through the artists eyes

Creation and creativity captured

All within the confines of the mere surface area of a canvas

Everyone is an artist,

Each day, every moment, of every minute, and every second they exist on this Earth.

An endless creative streak flows within you

Your life is your canvas and the world is your stage

Paint, preform and practice to your very best

The world is waiting for you

ART SPEAKS FROM THE MIND AND PROJECTS FROM THE SOUL

"Who Am I?"

February 5, 2013

Who is the girl, a reclusive apparition?

Her mind overwhelmed by broken butterflies and black dogs.

An overachiever and perfectionist, the aspirant novelist.

The girl that always helps others, but never expects anything in return.

Her life surrounded by misfortune.

A mystery to the world and those around her.

Concealed.

Black Billows

Just a piece I wrote for one of my classes...

Black billows surround her once innocent mind. Fueled by fear, feeding off anxieties and spewing out hopelessness and despair out of her very soul. An innermost darkness fills the very being that has the misfortune of being consumed. The world is black and grey, no other colour of the spectrum in sight. Pebbles gradually gather up the mountain until the weight is just too much to bear. Pebble mountain, of triggers and stressors which rapidly transform into Mount Everest of turmoil. Her mind snaps like a brittle twig and the pebbles come tumbling down, crushing her body and soul. Pointy spikes of cold metal pierce into her wrists as pitches of wailing whispers deface her soul. Swift spirits coil around her, slowly squeezing the very life out of her. Virtuous butterflies soon transform into ravenous snakes, filled with toxic acrimony, longing for blood. The aroma of ferrous oxide fills her nostrils as tints of red liquescent (liquid) drip slowly down the lack of flesh still remaining on her. Cold is all she feels, deadness in her very soul.