Poem things

Fleeing


It has always been
You and me

You and me

But at times
I am way to consumed

By myself

At this point
There is nothing that

Helps

You fled so very far
I am sorry

I failed us

Could have tried harder

Harder than you can foresee

But not hard

Not hard enough

She had it
Had my heart

It is still hers
But she no longer

Holds it

She’s trying to forget
All that’s my fault

I feel like fleeing

Fleeing from this
I can no longer

Handle it

The misinterpretations
The breaks

I’m broken

and breaking,

By the separation
Of us

She made me
Turned into

My bliss

Now without her

I’m sick.


NV. Written on April 1st, 2018 started @ 9:45 a.m. finished @ 8:21 p.m.

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Drawings-Handlettering, Poem things

Progression


A few photos to show a bit of the process, I wasn’t planning anything with this other than I knew the words I wanted in it and there needed to be a moon somehow integrated into it. Hope you enjoy and remember it’s never too late to say hello. Also, there’s a bit of irony in a mistake I made during the drawing of this, let me know if you find it.

It reads:

And you were just like the moon, so lonely, so full of imperfections. But just like the moon, you shined in times of darkness. – author unknown



Thanks for making it this far. Feel free to ask questions or tell me what you think, I’d really like to hear. Have a nice day.


NV. – Drawn on March 30th-31st, 2018 started @ 9:45 p.m finished @ 5:30 a.m.

Poem things

Bar Ballad


To all my friends
Those near and far
Why must we spend time
Close to the bar

If I’m to meet you
To drink and chat
Can you just invite me
It’s as simple as that

We’ve all grown so torn
From the ways we’re brought up
That it seems so unthought of
To offer a cup

Id drink beer with you
Who ever you are
Just spend time with me
We’ll speak to the stars

One on one’s not so bad
When you give it a shot
Don’t prejudge too much
You might like it a lot

People seem so uncertain
To spend time alone
Rather be quite consumed
Rather sit on their phone

I can relate to that much
Ill admit that all day
But give us a chance
To bring good times your way

As time grows much faster
we find things to do
keep in mind your friends
The ones that matter to you

You might never find
The times you could spend
Going over your goals
Finding a means to the ends

So tip a beer their way
If you have time to talk
We’d be happy to sit here
Or take a long walk

No time to cherish
Nothing important to do
I can find my way there
Get closer to you

At the end of the day
It is easy to see
All the people we know
Want to be free

Free from concern
And all that brings hate
You can drink one on me
Make the pain disapate

The nights will grow long
Like the lines of this poem
Just remember your past
Remember your home

Invite us along
The friends you think of
When you’re drinking alone
Dont make it too tough

We will be here for you
To drink four or five
Help you forget
Or feel alive

So be open to time
The kind spent with friends
You never know when its time
Time for the end


NV. – Written on March 30th, 2018 started @ 1:57 a.m. finished @ 10:20 a.m.

Poem things

Smell of Fire


Her smell is that of a symphony of sadness,

melting my memories into moving molten madness,

like that in the heat of a volcano,

She drips dreariness down my spine,

as I bend beautiful words into ryhmes,

why is it always her that comes to mind?

Finding my failures in her front lobe,

waiting to be exposed,

like her lava they’ll flow,

how cold that can feel,

no one else knows.

She tingles down into my toes

and it’s not darkness that grows,

not with how red red her rage glows,

forming rivers of reminders running wild inside,

they harden into foundations,

the ones I can’t hide.

You can only imagine,

how warm it must feel,

to be in love with a girl,

who’s made of fire and steal,

she’s burnt into me,

like the scars on our hearts,

but it is when I smell her,

that I fall completely apart.


NV. – Written on March 29, 2018 started @ 11:15 a.m. finished @ 11:46 a.m.