A step up from the graphite version. There's also some built up textures from a few coats of matte medium
When tough times come I realize that I
Tend to climb up on the clouds and pretend to fly
I look up and latch my ogle onto the sky
I know that if I look away my wish will die
I’d probably fall to the earth just like my
Tears rolling off my face if I happened to cry
So I stay fixated, well, at least I try
Conscience reminded me of my web of lies
The figment crumbles from what I materialized
My ascended reverie now a fallacy of mine
I look pass my feet as the fluffy base spread wide
The walls I erected fall per reality’s rise
I land very softly, to my own surprise
Conscience was there to prevent my demise
Enthralling me, it laughed; inclined, I asked “Why?”
It said “If it wasn’t for me, you‘d be one unlucky guy!”
Been itching to do a new technique i discovered at an art showing the other day. Here's the base drawing.
A rhythmic patter ensues, and it’s eternal; the heart
A brief and bereft halt interrupts us, momentarily; it skips
From either love or loss it spawns, subjectively; whenever
Instinctively, unnervingly- forever insubstantial; we feel
Fear and love
In either hand
Wherein sight of
Do we understand?
Like stars above
Or earthly land
Two emotions thereof
Are equally grand
Notwithstanding failed finales, we remain in pursuit of them; it starts
Selfishness overtakes sanity and procreates obsession; with lips
Although we fake reins over action and impression; forever
Enslaved are we forevermore to a longing of cohesive algorithm; we seal
A somber malady
A beautiful melody
A sweet reverie
A harsh fatality
With intents actuality
We embrace openly
In pain secretly
A revolting reality
As to attempt a blatant revealing of our faults and revelry; depart
Embark on the voyage, engorge in ecstatic galore; a trip
Embargo your blood flow as you find what lovers adore; we’re clever
To become a part of you as you are one of me; until
A vanishing point
As horizons shatter
A deathly anoint
Our affections gather
Persons, one joint
Separation is rather
An ill-chosen appoint
A cleansing lather
On an plane of existence we coincide with each other; apart
On an axis we roam, convergence we can’t avoid; we rip
With grids we align as if coordinates were deployed; together
We realize that you and I exist for none but one another; we heal
As hands turn
And pivot freely
Our flame burns
Like candles ideally
Flesh is earned
Words are steely
As your yearn
Softens my feeling
I told her
Her love is the key and my heart is just the door
She could be my sea, and I could be the shore
We could be close, like the numbers three and four
That she would feel my love inside like an apple core
She told me
Together we could fly like a shooting star
It sounds really nice, be I can’t see that far
I’m doing the speed limit and you’re a runaway car
You’re like a blur: when I try to see you, it get’s hard
And then I
Caught her gaze as she let it fall to the floor
Said that if she didn’t have enough throttle, I’d give her more
And if she couldn’t bear arms I would be her warrior
That she was the only one I planned on fighting for
She stood up
And flashed a faux smile that tore my imagery apart
I had the right one in my hand , but played all of the wrong cards
She might have stolen from me and I could call it burglary
But I let her in willingly when I let her have my key
I made a few copies, though…
Refining
Delve into the coal mine; my allegorized perception
Pressure forces brilliance; as lucent as a silent plea
This sentience constructs a foundation of remarkable deception
Amalgamated dementia, the fascia to erroneous glee
At its entrance, disambiguated silhouettes carve into the light
Onyx alternations: the positive and negative of memory’s pristine
I recall the past with clarity among my emotion’s insight
Despite it all, I attempt to grasp conceptual relationship by any means
Complications arose, birthed from our interlocking lace
Attempts to reconcile turn into systemized trolleys
If I wear a smile, could we be saved by its face?
Or would we plunge into the depths of spite and melancholy?
The veiled innards of this cave conceal prolonged warmth
And these eyes, though dilated, are accustomed to an amity ever lit
Hope casts a luminous reflection of our past, and juts it forth
As this miner unearths the diamond in sediment’s respite
