Art, Poem, etc. thread

[mellie]

I liked your poem Tabs. The ending doesn't seem off to me.

[Mars]

Hope this works *fingers crossed* ...but my oh my, i need to clean my photobucket page up. Yikes.

[tabatha]

Great job Mars.

[ohno911groban]

Feb 5, 2009 11:37:47 GMT -5 Mars said:

Hope this works *fingers crossed* ...but my oh my, i need to clean my photobucket page up. Yikes.

;D ;D ;D

[Mars]

thanks

[Mars]

Just a few random scans.


The last one is much-older, from about 2004 or 2005.

[mellie]

Good job on your artwork Mars.

[tabatha]

This poem starts off as kind of depressing And I really don't have a title so I call the poem 'Her'

Watch her, as she stands so still. Face a mask of total non emotion.
Seems frozen, unmovable, untouchable. To watch her is heartbreaking.
On the outside, things are so still, like waters, deceptive, captivating.
But look at those eyes, they hold fear, just a touch of madness.
Has become what everyone expects of her, hold it in, don't show your weakness.
Deep inside, where no one dares to look, pulsing with deep feeling.
Memories, sadness, and even happiness locked away. It's better that way.
No one could know the things that she has suffered, no one could know the shame.
Some say it's a lie, some don't understand, and others, they don't care.
To care themselves would show emotion, emotion others deem a waste of time.
She drifts away, all the ones in the crowd following her movements.
Suddenly in a blink of an eye, her appearance changes before them.
The sun shines on her, breeze pushing gently. There is a beauty she hides.
Taught to bury deep, if you don't like you, no one else could like you either.
If you freeze moments, toss them away, then they can't haunt you anymore.
Lies become reality, easier to deal, to survive. But you have to look closer.
You have to let go of your own fears, dreams, thoughts. And just connect.
The two of you are not that different. Both of you learned to hide away.
But you realize, it is you, all along. You are gazing at yourself in a window.
Inner beauty, shame, all of it, mixed together. It makes you what you are.
It was only time that you seen it, seen what you really are.
Don't be afraid to feel worthy, beautiful, confidence is not a sin.
It is a strength hard to hold onto, but once you learn, it is there.
There's many more in the world like you, don't be afraid to show yourself.

3/25/09*****Tabatha

[laura6]

Great job Tab!!!!
Glad to see you writing again!!

I really like it!!

[Mars]

It's awesome, really really emotional...I love!
Nice, Tab!

[Mars]

aofreak, thanks for the idea ;D

The scan job's a little choppy on this, but the next one's -way- clearer for some reason. I just hope I didn't accidentally cover the school's scanner with charcoal dust in the process...oops!

This particular pic is an entry for a student art show. Hoping for the best there..Fingers crossed!

[tabatha]

Goes along with a story I'm thinking about writing.


My best friend 7/7/09
Where’d my best friend go, where is he?
Somewhere down that hill where I can’t see?
Down the busy street, is he there, or is he gone?
Someone else is living where he used to be.
The lights are dim, is there anyone there?
What happened to the boy I used to know, how do I get him back?
He used to be so kind, so quiet. There was strength and shyness. Where’d it go?
Something is missing, where did my best friend go?
Is he hiding behind a mask, a lie? What’s the matter?
He isn’t home. There’s no one there anymore. It’s like he has disappeared, blown away.
Have you seen him? Do you know which way he went?
Do you know how I can get him back? That wonderful guy.
Don’t lie, don’t hide. It’s there in your eyes. They say he’s gone fore good. He’s dead.
Where did he go? Where did you hid him? Are you there?
You seem distant, aloof. So odd. What has become of you?
Sometimes I wonder when he went away. Was it something I said or did?
Where is he? This man I once loved so long ago. I need him to be strong for me because I don’t think I can be.
If you see him, could you tell him something for me?
Could you tell him he’s the best guy I’ve known.
And that my life is empty without him. Why’d he leave me so many years ago?
Ah but you don’t fool me, best friend. I see you under those empty eyes.
Could you tell him to snap out of it, to give me a call.
Or is he too good for me now? Is he moving on?
Where’d we go wrong? What has happened to us? Now when I need you most. I must be the rock you cling to.
The wind to push you along. The air you need to breathe. Will you let me be there?
Where’d my best friend go? I want him to come home.
Love, me.

[tabatha]

Phantom Feelings October 13th, 2010
You visit in my dreams, stirring things best left untouched, forgotten.
So long ago, you went your own way, and I thought I had went mine.
Deep inside in those night visions, these phantom feelings, are they real?
Could I be reliving those lost and hurtful memories, left vuneralbe.
You were early, I was late, but we can’t ever go back, move along, let go.
Mistakes, hidden thoughts, those phantom feelings feel so real, so deep.
Will time wash them away, like the wave, ebb and flow, take them away.
I wish they would leave, to forget. Only to remember and smile, not sigh.
Phantom feelings caused by teenage awakening, they mean nothing now.
Or so I keep telling myself, you don’t think of me, regret a thing, I know.
You found someone, while I closed myself off from the hurt and regret.
Those songs, those memories, they sting like a bee, I still can’t forget.
Time will move on, and I will walk strong, I hope you think of me someday.
Meeting so long ago, feels like lifetimes, old friend, do they haunt you too?
I’m sorry for the things I didn’t do, didn’t say, I was scared of myself.
Please don’t blame yourself of my failings, for there are so many of them.
Dear friend, or so I thought, wash away, take away these d**n feelings.
They do no good now, they mean nothing, I am all ready so bare.
Walk away, like so long ago, I need to be alone, like I lead myself to be.
I want to haunt you like you haunted me, give chase in phantom ways.
I must accept things I can not change, and leave them be, for my sanity.
Good by old friend, should we ever meet again, it will be in happiness