#sleepygogh

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my lil bub has a lil flower

Very proud of this one!

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Closer up image of my new drawing

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How cool is this art by Thomas Roche. Literally in absolute awe.

Too good.

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palette perfection

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we’re all just little pieces of the puzzle

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reflecting

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Artsy shot of my art

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I feel like such a vsco girl

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This is one of my fave creations

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This just makes me go ahhhhhhh

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I’m so excited about this!!

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The sky!!!

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letters words subject and predicate
all a vitality to a sentence
phrases sentences paragraphs
all spring from thoughts, courageous enough to be turned into something more
languages and conversations, monologues
links and soldiers of communication,
keys to expression
they provide meaning to an otherwise uncharted topic
it’s only fascinating how each word is important, how each symbol guides the direction of the story to its resolution and these served as a flourish,
distributing the ink to the paper

if i said something else as a reply to your lame hiother than my lame hello
things could’ve taken a different spin instead of this wacked up russian roulette
if i replied with a knock knock joke that you woudlve laughed at out of its corniness to your puns you’ve thought of at the last minute as those three dots flicker as i type
-i wonder which lane we’d end up in or if we’d have taken a detour,
on which road, i wouldn’t have cared
if i typed out my real fear instead of saying how much i hate the dark (even though it’s overrated) when you asked,
maybe you would’ve stayed longer
if i have been straightforward when we got soft serve that day,
really how hard could it have been?
i should’ve replaced the smirk i used to cover the loss of words with i like you
when you started flirting with me
i should’ve whispered in your ear how much i wanted to kiss you at that moment

see, even the unsaid have the force, the ability to control
i could’ve asked as this dragged along, whatever this was,
what are we? are we on the same page?
clearly im lost but instead i went along,
with your tales and dreamy prose and realistic fables
no, we didnt need a label to be grounded
unlost, baby i just needed to be on the same ground as you
i didn’t need to be unbound from the boundaries
so we kept on spinning a web of words
filling up pages
everything that happened, dragged along our story
it seemed as if i was your papergirl
and all along you held no strings, just matches,
that kindled my paper heart

-caela m.

roll the dice,
take one step forward
looking through a fishbowl as you look into my eyes
iceskating on slippery sleet smiles
violin strings strung on fingertips touching
let’s play a game

roll the dice
take two steps forward
euphoria sizzling high as the rooftop
twirling around above city lights underneath
smoke filled lungs, warmth in each other arms
blue and red chrome lights lace up the hazy atmosphere

roll the dice
climb up a few
intoxicatingly the closest we’ve ever been
my insides hum a lullaby, my gut screams for more
until we’re intertwined from limb to limb, physical interaction ending nowhere
butterfly wings fluttering on skin through each kiss
your crooked teeth reminding me of a zigzag road on a road trip
earth and dusk collides
as we again let the dice roll
for there’s not a win nor a loss
let’s do a rematch

roll the dice
never ending exchanges of profound colloquia
revealing obscure enigmas safely kept within
that makes the jigsaw pieces of our persons unpuzzled
and it turns into a cycle of all the craters we’ve managed to explode into
falling and tumbling down, skipping rocks, your hand in mine,
scattering pinpricks lined on my spine

roll the dice
it goes on, farther
the snowball gets bigger, bigger
the strings are all tangled
i wonder, if i undo all the knots,
would you still be there? would it be the same?
roll the dice
i get my answer almost as quickly
as a car stuck in traffic
a clock without batteries
a land cursed with drought;
all this time we were stuck in this twisted play
and to go on to the next level meant we have to be together
to fight on the invisible force pulling us apart
and im all out of lives,
can’t restart the game
this can’t be dealt with by only one player
unretractable, numerous crashes, unrestartable;
game over

i lose, you win
she’s shining as you hold her, your trophy
guess i got too caught up in all that holographic glamour,
the joke’s on me all along
unrequited’s overrated
now the only thing’s left to do is accept defeat, no truce



game over

-caela m.