Love's Labour's Lost

 

I sprained my wrist drawing this picture. 

Chalk Miku

Chalk.

Gardenia

I wait in the garden.

The strong smell of white gardenias,

the dark cyan blue skies nearing midnight,

a twinkle of silvery gray glitter splashed across the sky--they call them stars, I think.

I crouch below a bush of black leaves--the gardenias contrasting in the bleak of the frozen night.

my doll shoes sink ever so slightly in the dewy ground.

I control my breathing while I wait.

But I spot something.

A glistening.

I stand up and walk towards the little house above the water.

Somehow I knew you'd be there.

I cautiously step on the wooden bridge below me, spotting your silhouette in the deck-house.

The silvery water ripples, the cyan sky growing darker,

turning to a shade of indigo,

the silver glitter above multiplies, and lights up the sky like fireflies.

Ah, and how the moon shone--

When I stepped on to that little house and greeted you with a shy smile,

I saw the reflection of that lunar light glisten in your pale, beautiful eyes.

I realized so thuroughly after that moment how handsome you really were.

Your fair hair and light complexion seemed to glow like the gardenias on the bush full of blue-black leaves.

I knew that when you smiled, it was genuine.

You reached out and took my hand like a gentleman.

You kissed it softly, you smiled again.

And all of that sweetness still left a rotted hole of doubt and indifference, because I am wicked.

Is your sweetness deserved by someone like me?

Most likely no.

and I knew this as I smiled back.

I curtsied in my pale, lacy dress, it hung low and resembled the gardenias, though I could never be as elegant.

You didn't seem to mind how unpleasant and over dressed I was.

You took me in your arms anyways...

We looked out from the little house and admired the inky lake waters, it's reflective waves show silver in the light of the moon, just like your eyes....

You were sweet.

You remained sweet.

You asked nothing terrible of me.

You just held me and smiled gently.

I never understood,

and I probably never will,

because I have been tricked so many times that I can never grasp what true love is.

and here I wonder if your heart has a hole, too, or are you perfectly pure--have you seen no malice in your day?

What a kind of boy you are.

Pale and glowing like the gardenias,

eyes with reflective lakes within their irises.

Your heart--whole and kind.

I want to kiss you, but I am afraid my lips would taint yours with the black of a frozen night,

and I couldn't bear to do that to you.

Horrible Boys Break Hearts

PoliceManGuy

 

bakabakabakabakabaka

Cute Bloody Chan

now imagine this being all sparkly.

The Polite Milk Carton.

 

This is Strawberry Milk. She is very polite.
Unfortunately, I don't care how polite a milk carton is, I would preferably not drink from one that talks. Or that has a face.

That's just me though.

FortunatelyUnfortunately

Butterfly Boy

 

"That's not a very manly thing you like. Butterflies."

"I don't care."

I Guess He's Korean.

 

he was going to be Japanese until I glued a bunch of Korean Hangul everywhere. 

Flower Girl

 

Crack open your window ajar and let in the rays of golden sun.

Breathe in the smells of warm summer.

The evergreens, the roses, the leaves and dried pinestraw.

Let the light touch your papery pale skin.

Feel the warmth after long weeks of cold sorrow.

Breathe in, smell the nature.

Forget the sadness, bask in the sunshine.

Be happy, rejoice.

--

Pencil
Coloured Pencil
Sharpie
Silvery Shimmer Pen
Acrylic Paint
Glass Paint
Glitter

Tragic Glitter Mask

 

I really do enjoy feathers, glitter and heart shaped jewels.

--

This was for a Drama Class project. 

I made a 99.

The Last Day of Summer

Here's to the wasted days of summer,
The sun shining so bright,
The flowers,
The romance,
The heartbreak.

Soon it shall be Autumn,
Then Winter...
Never ending frost laden evenings,
Warm tea and pies,
Red noses and gloved hands.

Goodbye Summer days,
Farewell, So long.
It does not matter what anyone wanted,
What anyone said,
What anyone did.
It's over now,
And time to venture into the frozen wonderland alone.

Fragile

"Love is Fragile with Insecurities and Doubts"

-S.Jin

-Sharpie

-Acrylic Paint

-Watercolour

-Tea

-Glitter

-Coloured Pencil

-Crayon

-Patience

Carousel

I took this.

It's Autumn.

Myself

Pale Legged Girl

These are in fact my pale little legs.

The Dark Prince

What I had not realized back in the early days of Summer was that I, the little girl from the fairy tales, had been tricked by a malicious, dark prince.

I know that I am not the only one, and that my case of this treachery certainly wasn't the worst--but alas, this was in fact my second case of it.

The arrival of a dark prince always blinds the victim. The sheer beauty and outer appearance of them--it is a lie, for the soul of the carrier is black as night, nothing but lies, malice and hatred dwell within.

Through the pain and suffering, I would still stay by his side, 

in hopes that it would all get better, 

that this would all pass.

I realize now, though, that this plague is far too common, and I wish not for another prince.

I could not see his raven suit of armor beneath the beautiful face and lies that I saw.

Love puts on blinders,

I again wish not for another prince...

I wish to rot alone than be in the clutches of an evil man once again...