Bitsy Art and Writing

Art and Writing of all kinds. Painting. Digital Art. Character Design. Graphic Novels. Web Comics. Short stories. -And I love talking to strangers. you're always invited to converstation. :)

[anato-finnstark]

The lover

[i-wrote-you-a-poem]

i’m always a little too much for people to handle. a little too sad or a little too overbearing or maybe even a little too annoying. i’m always too much. but i was always too little for the only people i ever really loved and that screws me up inside. i was never enough

-11:55pm

[bitsymegan]

Home is where you make it. Making something "home" means adding your touch wherever you go, while simultaneously accepting that place as part of yourself. Whether that be a physical place or a people, home is where you become part of something, and that something becomes part of you. When it begins to feel farmilar, when you start identifying memories with a place, when it becomes a setting in your story, or the people that make that home start to become characters in your life, and eventually, when parting with it is like parting with a piece of yourself, or closing a bittersweet chapter of a story, that's when you know you made a home. And that's how you know you can keep making more homes, more stories, and more memories.

That's one of the first things my husband said to me, "Coffee is a wonderful thing-" Now we enjoy coffee together every morning and make every day our home. He is part of my home, and everyday is an adventure right in our own town- and even when we move soon, we'll make new memories and live new stories to tell. I left my old home to be with him, and we keep pressing on to make more memories and grow together as God writes each day for us.

[meanwhilepoetry]

[stargazerinmoksha]

my best friend doesn’t like it when i hide things from her, so i try my best imitation of a chameleon and come clean— my heart has always been changing colors for like three years now, but when i finally got a chance to meet you. i now know that self-acceptance is the first thing you do before you fall in love with someone

my best friend doesn’t like it when loneliness is half past a quarter til three, so i run the hands of time down her spine to find out how many times she slipped up, just to be let down. your heart doesn’t have to be broken to be hurting

my best friend doesn’t like to share, so when i told her that i hurt her by being around people that i shouldn’t have— she never gave me an ultimatum, she never even yelled. she’s my rock. you don’t have to be angry to say what you really want to say, to this day she’s still the sweetest person that i know

my best friend doesn’t know how to not love me, so i count the feathers from her hummingbird soul— she’s quick to kindness and colorful enough to make blind men see rainbows. the world doesn’t have to be so cold all of the time, you just have to find the right reason to stay alive, to pass the time, to love like your life depended on it

— my best friend

[bitsymegan]

Such a great poem!! I feel like we have that one person we think of when we read it. Beautifully, beautifully written and I absolutely love the unique list format. I love the line "so I count the feathers of her hummingbird soul- she's quick to kindness and colorful enough to make blind men see rainbows"

The poem has a very genuine and real feeling. I can feel the authors real admiration and thought about thier best friend. It hits that deep spot without any force, its the realness in the authors words and points that make the poem so beautiful, it's the concept and the heart behind it that stands out. I so often see poems with almost a forced emotion with an excessive amount of metaphors and imagry to make it sound more powerfu,l but it's just kinda boring, poems with forced emotion, or emotion more dramatic than what the author actually feels are not interesting poems. But this poem is just complimented by those things- but it makes those things AND the greater concept and heart that much more beautiful and meaningful. I can tell the poet recognized the beauty behind thier best friend, figured out all the works behind them, and then put them in the poem, almost letting it speak for itself. That's a real poet, who can take thier deep and real feelings (no matter how big or small) and express the beauty behind them this way. Great work hxkpoems!!

[sometimestuesday-deactivated202]

It’s so weird how sometimes when I read a poem it just feels like a bunch of words and sometimes when I read a poem it feels like someone ripping my heart out of my body and throwing it at my face at 90 mph

[ampervadasz]

[bitsymegan]

It's killing me yall

[gwmusko]

He makes dolls

He makes dolls but doesn’t know that they will kill him. Fragile little porcelain heads with eyes that long to see his blood spill. Delicately carved wooden hands which he pours he sweat into crafting, that long not to hold a teacup but a knife. Mouths painted with precise strokes of a brush, that would curse him to hell if they could move. Static little legs, that want nothing more than to run.

Souls, burning deep in their husk-like bodies. Souls he tore from them and buried into the porcelain. He makes dolls, and hopes they never know he killed them.

[bitsymegan]

Augghhh I love the twist on this 🥰 it already had me curious but that last part did it again! The imagry is dark, appropriately, and the idea is so simple and so well done in these short two paragraphs. Great work!!

[bitsymegan]

My Love Story. :)

Read the whole thing if you’re curious on my website here.

[bitsymegan]

All my Mermay2019!

[bitsymegan]

My favorite painting I’ve done so far. “Best Friends” Acrylic on a 24x32 inch canvas.

[bitsymegan]

did this for a friend’s short story- it was such a cute idea.

[bitsymegan]

This one is called Kaleidoscope Eyes. Bo died a few months ago. It’s a tribute to that dog that watched me grow up and become the woman I am today, inspired by a song about how seeing the world through the lens of God’s Truth makes you see everything in the vivid light of his glory and creation. “Let you love be my kaleidoscope” is one of the best lines in the song, and Bo lived a great life, exemplifying that beautiful love in her simple life, still filled with a joy that God wants to blessed us all with. Even in the boring, and sometimes totally sucky lives we lead, with God, we can find the exciting beauty and calling he has for us, living as excited about life as a dog.

Thanks for showing me how to be patient and love with all I got, Bo. Thanks for having kaleidoscope eyes and seeing all the wonderful and exciting things around you, even when you weren't feeling great, especially at the end, you still loved the couch and the snuggles, and the food and all of the incredible little world around you.

[bitsymegan]

My painting “Discernment,” Acrylic on Canvas.

[bitsymegan]

ooooo I found progress shots of the It’s Loud pastel Painting!

[bitsymegan]

My painting “Free at Home,” Acrylic on a 2x4 canvas

[bitsymegan]

I did that rocket girl but i did it in vector. :D

And the nice thing about vectors is that you can do whAteVer tHe HeCk yOu wAnT