Jan 21, 2019
Reminiscing on this piece #Chyp #art #poegogh #anatomy #watercolor #micron #ink #graysanatomy #inspiration thank you for your support https://www.instagram.com/p/BOn2lRyB2bt/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=pdpjybwgd3b7
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Reminiscing on this piece #Chyp #art #poegogh #anatomy #watercolor #micron #ink #graysanatomy #inspiration thank you for your support https://www.instagram.com/p/BOn2lRyB2bt/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=pdpjybwgd3b7
It’s a mess, but I like it. Progress on some commission work I’m doing for @bandofsnide it’s an honor to be back behind a pencil again. #anatomic #drawing #poegogh #biology #sacredgeometry #fluid #smoke #tongue #reborn #rebirth #art #sketch #wip #eyeball #lotus #muscle #structure https://www.instagram.com/p/BsW-RAen4WO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9g50vpxcel75
#doodling on the “to-do” notebook #Poegogh #720 #idlehands #marker https://www.instagram.com/p/BsHoA11nje_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dnzyxw1mtl2k
5 months #beard 3 more months to come. #poegogh (Taken with Instagram)
4 month #beard a #new record for #poegogh ! (Taken with Instagram)
Color of The Electric Aura
With you, im dancing eclectic and I don't regret it. hands all dizzy on my chest imply a shove or a hug, while eyes scream "im in love".
Trust and whispers, breeze and screams. Its all understandable, even to me.
Us... the same scars we bleed
Flicker of hair acts as the conduit of my paint, its brim is my brush. Glossy all the while, is the screaming iris of our eyes
While our lips Rips The thread of burning ships This Has proven to be a long list, of whipping sist
And through all this, resides a burning wish. Spread thinly, tearing our bloodied hands grip.
I will cease to let go... even though... the sight of you will be the final blow, that will revive me from the low.
This, I don't... but you, I know.
Intricate words ramble, tied twisted 'round memories blistered and somewhat torn. Can I ask you? May I be reborn? Through the time that we call endless... we undress this caress and sleep where the lions roar.
Tumbling, constantly, frequently and truthfully... you're not a secret im trying to keep, you're a sacred place that's just for me.
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All this absence left, is consuming. looming, has left me confusing. Crackling says 'the back or your jaw'. Sympathy says this is the law.
Loathe and live, all the while the sand slips through the sieve. Breathe.... none-the-less seethe this sleeve of discrepancies, hang it on your door of apathy as a wreathe; Now believe.
The green grows outside the window, even now, as it did before , it mocks my rays. The days lays as a thin haze, it sets every premonition a blaze while the silly leaves dance all the craze.
Slipping and tripping through a maze, the winding path trails to a mask that's suppose to make me laugh..... or cry, ....... Instead of months, this path last for miles, in bile's deception, relentless conception of what the mad call affection.
Call me crazy, lady.... your now holding the seed that will spawn and grow shady, under a tree of 'maybe' in the world of 'blame me'. All is breezy in this world of hypocrisy. Waking up is like nearly walking the borderline of a lobotomy, it lingers and holds hints of whispers and sodomy....and it gradually, flinches it's filth to wrap and cover me.
'Right now' will become the 'will be'...... 'you' will become 'We'