Digital drawing, Drawing/Sketch, metre, poetry, psychology

Plethora III.

how does I can be me,

While me cannot be an I,

where does my Id begins

and the ego start.

๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†’

ยฉoam

ยฎartsydhude 97-18

โ„ขXENOphagz

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couplet, filler, metre, paper, Parody, pencil, poetry, Whimsy

A ghost in my system

that moans deep,

asks for sleep.

That never dies,

as soon my i open my eye.

Is it me,

or is it inside me that can

and will me love an undying one,

that will never stop.

coz this one

gloats

floats,

until the clothes meddle

under the doobie that

scooby and shaggy,

they will not stop until, no more scooby snack.

abstract, anxiety and worry, Art, couplet, Digital drawing, Emotional warfare, Line art, metre, poetry

The joy of sorrow

it does not have to be,

it does not want to.

For if it was written,

one dirge comes first before the thirst: then it follows.

another deluge cometh; yet rainbows of promises are on the way.

So please don’t wallow, subscribe to your soul and follow

where its asking you to slowly smile,

look up then after you’d know there is no place you would rather be.

Art, metre, Mixed media, paper, pencil

Ryhme & Metre : Tah – Uh

Then it was written at the part of my history,

Now thus the life I have to taste,

Of this abysmal ryhming of monotoned glory.

๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž

@rtsydhude c17j6

๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™ˆ

abstract, Art, Blank Verse, Life, Line art, metre, paper, pen/marker, pencil, philosophy, poetry, principles, Quip

Ryhme & Metr3: Ha-e-lah

Ther3 is a cloud

among clear skies,

It is barking up

a storm.

Why of all things

does it cry?

Becaus3 in my eye,

a pressure so severe

it does do nothing but form.

๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜‡

Pen and paper

pencil

May 2017 @rtsydhude