White Paper

Blank, silly, lifeless
Your days are grey and your nights are black

Your face holds no pink cheeks nor colorful eyes 

Can you not feel the Red apple blossoms and their scent filling the lungs of the 

Orange breasted birds as they flee silently into the Yellow sun beams, 

warming faces and snouts, and beaks of the animals on the

Green soft Earth we've beaten and driven insane, and the blanket of 

Blue smooth sky that provides a crayola Violet sunset, lightly painted with delicate hands

while Indigo mud heals the broken bones of the wild?

But you are so white, so transparent, and pale

Your emotions are 50 shades of an monochromatic color
Light grey, grey, grey, grey, white

You give no inspiration as you sit on your other white face

I try to fill you with rainbows of imagination and freedom

But you, my paper, you absorb only grey
You give only false light, and
On your own you accumulate to a white nothingness

A white noise heard by a artist who's stuck.

Babysitting, Responsibility.

I am the queen of babysitting, the ruler of all things babies, dogs, cats, and even humans in their 30's! I am the monarch of teenage responsibility AND then some. But what I've learned in my unpaid career of sitting and watching is that I can't sit and watch everyone, and I need to stop worrying about the but-what-if'-I-don't's, and every other little detail. I've come to figure I can't be responsible for everything, and I should not make myself feel as if I should.
    The story begins on a morning so bright and charming that it lit the match of happiness as soon as I popped out of bed. Well, I began my morning by splitting the job of getting my baby sister dressed for school with my mother. Then screaming and yelling at my little brother to listen to our mother (you'd figure she'd be doing this) as I'm getting clean, dressed, and pretty for school myself. But as you would imagine, little brothers are little brothers and I have to spend 30 mins yelling at him to comprehend "get dressed". When I am done I began my morning journey across the street to awaken my boyfriend from his slumber so he'll be ready for school. He didn't come to school..... lately, when does he ever, and that was the last straw! I got so fed up with getting mad because it was my responsibility to do things for the benefit of other people and not being recognized, or them not even listening to me when THEY gave me that particular responsibility. So I came to the permanent conclusion that even though I have, even the slightest to full, responsibility of almost everything, I cant babysit everyone. I can't hold their hand, and I can't worry about everything. TAKE A LOAD OFF WILL YA, LEACIIE!!

I also realized that this little story will probably only make since in my head no matter how many times I revise, lol.

Art

A - Anytime I need a rest from the world, I draw. Anything. I start with a line, some dots, a circle, a square and then I slowly drift away; into the swirling, tangled up land of Art. Problems start to disappear along with reality. Then I'm home.

R - Reality doesn't stand a chance against my pencil, my pen, or marker. Especially my eraser. Once it hits the paper it all becomes history, it's dead, my struggles are erased completely, and I'm happy once again in that land of art. My world and my happy place. 

T - Taking away the pain. Perfect two, my music and art. Earbuds go in, pencil meets paper and my heart flutters and chills run down me and once again I'm happy. Once again my smile returns, and my soul feels good. 

You Haven't Heard from Me In A While

Hello Blogger, It's been more than a while since my fingers typed to you and made sweet stories. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to neglect you. I didn't mean to hurt you or make you feel unwanted. But I changed you up, fixed your layout and made you beautiful & ready to create with me again.