Miss Chiefmaker

I think of plans, I think of schemes

be it for desire, or just a whim.

I am the maker of many cases,

Witty darling of all three misses.

Media: Black ink on Moleskine

 

*I just had to do an impromptu poetry for this. *

I am a Nomad

I am a nomad,

I drift where the tides go;

I fly where the winds blow.

I go everywhere, yet belong nowhere.

I move two hands back;

All is empty, barren, black.

On my knees I searched,

Looking for a trace, a clue,

Until…

I collected masks from my own skin;

Some, I almost didn’t know,

Rotting, too fragile to even touch.

Who was I?

Where did I come from?

I spin two hands forward,

All I see is fear, uncertainty.

Will I still be who I am?

Where will I be when I’m through?

I am a nomad,

I wonder if it will ever change.

Here is where I am happiest,

But I fear if I will still be here tomorrow.

If tomorrow won’t love me,

Where will I go?

 

 

 

-afterburn-

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes – let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It’s hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn’t go down
It’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.

-The Flaming Lips-