*Cringe*

When dirty water splashes on your face

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Barley Writes: Sketchbook weekends.

These are most certainly oldies (even though they are like 2 weeks old). I just happened to have them lying about and considered the fact that this place has been barren for a while. So I shall introduce and try to be continuous in posting as many random pieces of my sketchbook as I can. I wouldn’t want this place to die off so easily.

Paint goes everywhere,

Welcome back people,

From myself,

David.

(Edit: Yeah these pictures actually sucked but I don’t really mind. 😁)

Barley Writes: Midnight Crazies!

This is self explanatory…

My love of dogs have apparently deepened to the extent that most of the things I draw assume the forms of these creatures. It’s kinda making me a little crazy.

And yeah, haven’t spoken for a while. Apparently, I lost the interest of writing in general so everything about writing has just been put on some involuntary hiatus up until now. So, welcome back, again, it’s great to be back!

From yah boi,

Dogs are amazing,

Lions are cool too,

David.

Barley Writes: Monotonous 

Silence,

And anguished soul emerging from the depths of darkness,

It pirouettes upwards,

Ricochets off the atoms dowsed by unleavened darkness,

Dives headfirst into the light,

Permeates through my skin,

Dulls my senses,

Metamorphoses my thoughts to some into dreams of utopia,

Smiles maniacally at my hopelessness,

and watches my troubles unfold in an akimbo.

Barley Writes: From my eyes I see

Laying in the darkness of the sweet night that married the ever secluded moon,

I look upon the ceiling that stands in some place before me,

I leave my eyes open to what seems to smite me all over,

But I fail to pay attention to the things roughly embracing my skin.

“What good comes from the ‘morrow?”

I asked the invisible ceiling.

“What future has the ‘morrow planned for me?”

I eagerly asked the ever muted wall that hung in the silence.

“What shall the ‘morrow bring?”

I question the body submerged in darkness.

It seemed the future was too good for a mortal like me to know…

Barley Writes: Think of what will.

I think of the days that I would grow senile,

Excessively orthodox,

Archaic and ancient,

Stained with shallow orfices around my face,

Waiting for a glimpse of an angel’s encompassing embrace,

My smile with more geography than most maps,

My strut with more stops that the Crimson red light could give before it’s emancipation,

My clothes, dim and faded with unruly air meandering through it,

My eyes with faded vision, unable to see the world and how much it has burned,

My feet with minor weakness, weeping for a rest at some chair,

My brain, bursting with experience and dreams, 

And my hands, retired from the daily orders from my brain.

Barley Writes: Dissecting what I seemed to have missed.

Missing

Apparently I’m as oblivious as a hibernating bear now. Well it serves me right for leaving a lot of things to work on my projects. Even my sister addressed me as a ghost once because i always hidden away in the confines of my room doing something while things would usually happen outside this cave i have placed myself in (The life of an introvert, isn’t it?).

Other than the fact that i have been familiarised with what my siblings think of me, i also think i might have missed a few people that were rather dear to me. A few months ago, i finished up what was left of my A-levels and as I left, I left a number of the individuals that were close to me. Even though i have a rather small circle of friends and they seem to almost transmute into a new set of people almost every year, it seems this small circle of people made the greatest effect on me. I really wish I had the time to speak to each of them or at least, go out with them for the last time before we all part ways and the only way we could connect with each other would be either skype or facetime.

From me to you,

Lions are cool,

David.