Hello everyone! I would like to apologize for leaving and not coming back! (I have abandoned writing for a long time and this is my way of restarting all the time that was lost doing absolutely nothing!) It has been a while since I’ve opened up this platform. I’ve been so busy with being outside […]Read More Something’s coming… maybe (Blog update)
When dirty water splashes on your faceRead More *Cringe*
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. […]Read More Barley Writes: Sketchbook weekends.
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 […]Read More Barley Writes: Midnight Crazies!
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. […]Read More Barley Writes: Monotonous
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 […]Read More Barley Writes: From my eyes I see
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 […]Read More Barley Writes: Think of what will.
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 […]Read More Barley Writes: Dissecting what I seemed to have missed.
Good day readers! I’m back again, like always, and I have gotten an update for you all. So, over the past six months, I’ve done some real growing and thinking and now it’s safe to say that I feel I’m ready to take this blog as well as everything that concerns my life seriously. Also, […]Read More Barley Writes :An update about myself.
Fear, OR whatever you called your hunched over, asp bitten, dirt smitten self. I request that you let my comrade, dreams, go. She ponders at night wondering if your painful gaze would ever stop engraving her back, She wonders when your lashes will even pause for she is at the verge of paralysis, She cries, […]Read More Barley Writes: Coping with Fear; An opressive mistress.