The Truth About Art and ArtistsBy the sapphire sea I wait,The Truth About Art and Artists by QuirkyBrainiac
marveling how the sun’s colors play,
dancing across the wat’ry stage.
My easel lies bare on its stand,
brush poised delicately in my hand,
paint surface hardening in a tan.
Mesmerized, hypnotized I watch
as the cerulean tides wash
upon the emerald algae moss.
My eyes glaze over as I look,
toward the stark white driftwood,
glinting in the light from salty soot.
A buzzing fly breaks my reverie,
bringing forth the forgotten memory,
of the empty canvas of ivory.
Thoughts turn to my mission
and its simplistic origin:
a wandering and floating vision.
To capture but a moment in time
beside the forest of deepest pine
and express the purest of design.
My mind returns and so does my focus,
my thoughts becoming less viscous
as they crawl like urchins boneless.
The brush’s bristles hover
in waiting, wanting the closure
of a piece, finished and over.
'Twas the night...‘Twas the night before Orientation, when all through my head,'Twas the night... by QuirkyBrainiac
many a thought were stirring, with each one made of lead.
The plane was flown with much finesse,
in hopes of landing with quite the success.
At MSU, the students planned their lives and explored the land,
while visions of upcoming classes were close at hand.
And Ilse in her blazer, and I in my tee,
had just settled our minds that I’ll never be free.
When two months later there arose a new year,
I held onto my old life and ways oh so dear.
Away to the dorm I plodded like a zombie,
my roommate clothed in Abercrombie.
The isolation in the beginning of this new life,
was discouraging and full of heartache and strife.
So like Frankie’s Monster I sought to be included,
and though I’ve come far, I still like to be secluded.
With challenging classes at the start of college,
I knew in that moment I’d have much more knowledge.
More quickly than lightning T & C came,
and the syllabus gave more readings tha
ShadowmanShadows dancing on the wall,Shadowman by QuirkyBrainiac
waiting, waiting for me to fall.
Taunting and twirling,
my mind left swirling.
Mr. Shadowman pulls his strings,
and his puppets sing strange things.
Their shrieks echo in my mind,
and around broken souls my thoughts wind.
Creatures weep and bawl,
their cries making me crawl.
Bones rattle, clatter, and shake,
making my nerves quiver and quake.
Mr. Magicman waves his fingers,
causing snythes to shoot their stingers,
wraiths to writhe their waking mares,
and imps to scuffle, brandishing their dares.
Flights of never-ending stairs bar my way,
and to that, this is what I have to say:
“Set me free from this damned hell!
All it does is make black tides swell,
and Mr. Voodooman!, release my bonds
and destroy those dried palm fronds!
All they do, in their humanoid forms,
is cause pain and strife...oh the horrid storms!
Why do you keep me from rising above,
and drive away all those I love?!...”
My words are cut off,
making the demons scoff
as Mr. Puppetma
Tails Thud...thud thud...THUD! I cracked open the eye closest to where the thudding came from, only to be met with six, sparkling amber eyes—pupils constricted and intent—and little tails flapping all over like brightly banded, writhing snakes. I flick an ear in their direction, and all rustling stops. Closing my eye once again, I listen for paws tearing up the ground. When they’re only a short distance away, I start to rise, baring my fangs in a ferocious roar, eyes blazing. My display startles the youngest, causing him to skid on the damp ground and hightail it to the nearest bush for protection, the cub’s quivering making the berries fall off.Tails by QuirkyBrainiac
His two older siblings keep charging, the female disappearing for a moment before tackling my head from behind, and the male barreling straight into my chest. I collapse in slow motion, as if their impacts caused it, purring a deep, throaty chuckle. Rolling onto my back, the cubs pummel my bell
Hey! I'm a college junior double majoring in geology and writing who loves the arts and sciences, reading, writing, being in nature/with animals, volunteering/working, sports, hanging with friends, etc. I'm goofy and random and adorkable. I enjoy both the complex simplicities and simple complexities in life, as well as everything in between. I post mainly poems and photos these days, along with journals about my wacky family and their zany antics, although I really need to start posting my metalwork and plastic-work and maybe take commissions haha. If you ever want a charm, trinket, etc small-something, message me and we'll work it out! Let me know what you think!!|
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