Inamorata

Art Poetry | Writing | Journals | Books

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So many books, so little shelf. Damn..

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Practice isn't easy but worth it

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Falling in love with a hipster...

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Instructions: Fill this page with doodle until you get an idea.

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A drawing is worth a thousand words.

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[hopefulsky]

It was like the stars aligned for us to meet.

C.H. // Ten Word Story (via hopefulsky)

[yoursummerdreamz]

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Ten Things Lying Around that Nobody's Using..

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Instructions: Make a poem out of the spines. Draw the stack. (There you go, poetry from a stack of books.)

[on-poetry]

Excerpt from my poem “Caffeine, pt. 2” Out of my poetry book “4:41″

[jbecreate]

She’s Strong

She’s Strong.

[bey]

Hair

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This is awesome!

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An attempt to translate a foreign language without any help.

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Here's a page from "Steal Like an Artist Journal." Instructions: Go to an art store and shop for a new pen. Use this page as a tester.

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Austin Kleon's Steal Like an Artist Journal. All worn-out and I'm still not done with the journal. I'll be posting some of the pages in this Tumblr.

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After Dark

In the middle of the night a fiery fiend appears

With her burning fists she beats me

And I drift in and out of consciousness

She said her name is fever

In the middle of the night the brute holds me captive

Someone’s knocking on my door

I turn to get up but fever’s cloak is wrapped around me

It weights upon me and weakens my knees

The brute named fever watches me

Still on my bed I draw the curtains to ascertain who knocked

I see the silver stars smiling with warmth

I see the incandescent moon in their midst

Glowing like a round silver plate

Then I see him, my lover my friend

His profile back dropped against the living night sky

My heart feels with yearning

I long to be with him

He’s not looking in my direction

But I know that his soul watches over me

And patiently he waits for me to come out

Patiently he waits for me to fight the demon

I toss and I turn and I face the fiery beast

So that I can join my beloved

And jointly we tread the landscape of the night

Hand in hand we walk with one accord

Together we meet tomorrow

Together we greet the morning sun.

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Reposting this from an old blog that I've had with my ex. It's an old tumblr that we've shared when we were still together and an old verse that I wrote when we were still in love.