Illustrated Sentiments
I call them sketched feelings. Sometimes there are no feelings attached to it, but always an inspiration behind it. Go to my older blog to see my earlier 'Story Of A Terrible Drawing' illustrations here: SOATD
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Dear Santa: Keep Your Presents
(Sorry, kids, about the spoil alert.) This year I want nothing but peace and comfort for Syrian refugees. I’ve just about had it with all these stories of horror. Are you tired, too? Or is your heart made of stone? I can’t stand how we helplessly watch so much human suffering and do nothing about. How can we help? I mean, who do you even ask for help? Nope, your god can’t save them either. Borders are stupid, people. Our earth is massive; why be so greedy? There’s room for all. So, keep your presents, Santa. What we need here on Earth is PEACE and love. Yes, a lot of…
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Next Stop, Brooklyn
Little Miss Perfect Sitting at the train stop Red Nike high tops Listening to hip-hop. While we were waiting Started conversating Before I got her name Along came a train; Next stop, Brooklyn. ~Bruno Mars
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I’ll Only Fly Away
I’m like a bird… Music and doodling are two of my favorite things. They belong together.
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Autumn Speaks
To feel your flame fanning my feet. It’s these little moments for which I live. As long as I can do this, it is not so bad that the pages of my calendar have turned to October and the marble floors are a frozen sea. As long as I can do this, let that inevitable cycle go on again and again. ‘Long as I can turn on the heat. Staring into a volcano; getting lost in my thoughts, wishing it didn’t burn to feel you so close. Like the rain, you make me find words in my head very deep. Our chemistry helps me breathe. Here, nothing matters. My Raynaud’s is…
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Bad-Ass Pope
Por favor, nunca se avergüencen de sus tradiciones. “Never be ashamed of your traditions/roots.” That was one of Pope Francis’ messages [on immigration] today — one of the many about-time-affirmations he’s made on behalf of the Catholic church. The main roads and bridges are shut down in Philadelphia due to the Papal visit; I can’t go too far on this Saturday night. I turned on the TV and every channel seemed to be broadcasting the event. People, my mom included, are very excited about the Pope coming to town. So, in the end, I ended up joining the hype. The funny thing is that, in case you didn’t know, I’m…
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An Ever After Moment
I don’t understand weddings, but I understand love. Congratulations to all of you celebrating an engagement, wedding, or anniversary! May the spark never die. 🙂 Inspired by a moment of bliss: my brother’s happiness. (Made with Adobe Shape — what do you think? )
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Memories of Back-to-School
I only hated school twice in my life: the last year of high school and my last year(s) of college — both being absolute chronic cases of senioritis (self-diagnosed). Other than that, I was the nerd who couldn’t wait to put her new pencil to use. That might explain why I wasn’t appointed the cool girl in town. Past tense, okay? But in the end, it worked out just fine for me. The race to be the coolest kid is still a thing, I believe, so I have some back-to-school words of advice for those who feel the pressure: School isn’t a kewwl contest but a learning center! Smart is…
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The Sky Up Above
Mystery creates wonder, and wonder is the basis of humankind’s desire to understand. I could take a picture of what I’m seeing on this beautiful evening, but I don’t have a NatGeo-type camera (aww). So, as always, I try my best to sketch it 😎 — the mystery that is the sky up above us. ¡Buenas noches!
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Misunderstood Sonnet
“Are you grieving?” “No,” I quizzically said. “You only talk about sad things.” How to tell her that I’m a requiem; an airless breath, a heartless ribcage, a misunderstood sonnet. I want to tell her about the times I’ve stared blank at the silver clouds up in the sky, never hearing a reply. So unable to express the feeling of not feeling. I felt so much that now I grew immune. Just emotionless. Am I grieving? Maybe I am. Hands forced up in the air by circumstances, while life points a riffle to my back. I’m detained. Can’t escape. Change your ways, they say, for a tree you ain’t. At…
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Brick by Brick
Walls. Sometimes, by locking everyone out, you get locked in. Walls so high it’s hard to breathe. Can’t be brought down that easily. It will require an army — or maybe simply the undoing of the wrong-doing by those who made them go up.
