I mostly used pencil for drawing today. Here are my works of the day. I'm still learning and at the very beginning of a long way that now, I want to go as far as I can. Pencil drawing: Woman Pencil drawing: Dark Face I learned something new about being an artist. In art you … Continue reading My amateur works of art of the day, May 31, 2019
Month: May 2019
The most thing that I love
The most thing that I love On earth is that: delightful, graceful, wonderful, beautiful, soul. Those that are lovely most of the time. Yet you may hate them from time to time. When you are confused about their mysteries. They are gentle, tolerant, forgiving Emotive, half part of human beings. Those I love most, On … Continue reading The most thing that I love
Under cover
Wide open spaces.
A void.
Foreverness.
I love to spend my evenings brain in peace, wrapped in my blanket,
a glorious expression of a magician of sorts that woven it with colours of dreams.
I love watching the stars coming out, cucooing from their hiden spots.
I love skimming waves of rainbows and wind with my fingers.
I love to touch the air, feel the breeze and wind caress.
Under my blanket cover I find a sort of sunshine in the darkness.
Protected by it I can safely drift off to my mother’s voice and my father’s lullaby.
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I’m on my way to be an artist!
Journal - Thursday, May 30 When I started drawing a few weeks ago I didn't expect how I would enjoy it. After a few weeks of practising and trial and error, I am really enjoying it and also creating paintings that I myself enjoy to look at them. I'm not a professional artist and don't … Continue reading I’m on my way to be an artist!
I texted you because I needed you
I texted youBecause I needed you. But you ignored! The message I sentGot the seen tick. Yet you didn't respond! I saw you activeWith that green circleBelow your name. You are texting someone else!You don't care I'm here waiting! I called youBecause I couldn't wait anymore. You rejected the call! Why she is doing this … Continue reading I texted you because I needed you
Selecting a competent leader determines a nations’ fate
An administrator should administrate. This is obvious. The most important task of an administrator is to decide and choose the best option among several alternatives. For a president of a country and his administration, this is more critical. Their decisions have effects directly on their nation and on the world indirectly. The president of a … Continue reading Selecting a competent leader determines a nations’ fate
She didn’t do anything wrong
She didn't do anything wrong Her love for him was so strong They used to listen to folk song Many happy memories for a long She thought this she could prolong That they can be happy for a lifelong She was wrong! Once in a sudden, she caught him cheating With who, do you think … Continue reading She didn’t do anything wrong
Love is many things
Love is sometimes a chemical phenomenon. Our addiction to some smells and tastes. Love is sometimes of biological nature. Some hormones in the blood push us together. Love is sometimes with social aspects. We fill our solitude by being together. Love is sometimes something spiritual. We find in each other, our soul mate. Love is … Continue reading Love is many things
Perfectionism for an Imperfect Being
I've wasted valuable time in my life for perfectionism. I should have started sooner and improved myself in the process. But I waited for perfection and it's impossible. Being perfect in any field is impossible, so it's enough to be good enough to start. We are all imperfectAs human beings Perfectionism is fineIn an abstract … Continue reading Perfectionism for an Imperfect Being
Memorial Day
A flowing spring breeze
Shimmering , rustling leaves
Tinkling metal chimes on string
Hypnotic buzz of bugs unseen
Chirping birds sing
In the land of the free.