This is my first attempt at digital art. Please let me know what you think! 😀 I couldn’t find a mouse so I had to make do with the touch pad of my laptop which is why the drawing is a bit trash.
Your feedback is much appreciated! Thank you 🙂
– The Obsessive Writer
For a day, just a day
I would kill to be
Not anybody’s dream girl
Not the most popular
Not the kindest soul
Not the greatest friend
Not the best daughter
Just for a day
I would like to be enough.
Told me I needed no knight in shining armour,
Told me I wasn’t a damsel in distress.
Every day I’ll work on making your dreams come true,
And every night I’ll rule them.
What he didn’t have to say,
And I already knew,
Is that he is mine and I am his.
For better or for worse,
We will always be ours.
All it takes is a feeling. A kiss that sends you reeling. The smell of the rain or the music that momentarily takes away your pain. Every where you look there lies an untold story. So, keep an eye out for the poetry. It’s not always pretty. Not if you want reality. The truth doesn’t have to rhyme. What has to be said, needs to be said when it’s time. Those demons on your shoulder, they will tell you,
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Flick them off and keep writing anyway.
Some people can captivate you with words,
Like the sound of their voice simply resonates with your soul.
Like every thought they utter has crossed your mind.
Like they have discovered in you, things no one else could ever find.
I do not aspire to change the world,
Nor do I wish to touch every heart.
I could never be that bold.
My wings could never soar that far.
My dreams are made of simpler things.
In a lifetime of writing,
If I could touch a single life, make a difference to one person,
That is all I dream of; that would be enough.
To all the writers out there:
It’s not real unless it’s obsessive.
We all dream. But, you don’t deserve it unless every minute of your life is somehow a journey towards it.
We all love. But you don’t belong together unless you share a passion that drives you insane.
You can write pretty words, think easy thoughts. It might even please the crowd. But you’re not really writing unless every word you write is a window to your soul. The truth is ugly. It doesn’t rhyme. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sense. But the moment you stop caring what others think, you will discover yourself. Maybe they’ll like it, maybe they won’t. At least, it will be real.
So darling, stay obsessed. Make every choice like there’s no consequence. Live every fucking moment like you’re about to breathe your last breath.
– The Obsessive Writer
A raging ball of fire slowly slips into the shadows. The darkness embraces the light, and gives birth to the night. The gold turns to silver, all the noises now merely a quiver.
I hear nothing.
I see no-one.
I am relieved.
Little by little the dark fades into lighter shades, the moon leaves to light the sun ablaze. The world comes to life and with it, it’s strife.
I hear lies.
I see liars.
I am betrayed.