Black and White

I close my eyes and yearn for sleep, deep and thick and rich sleep.

I want a night of depth, filled with swirls of colors.

But, I stare into the darkness and see two colors.

Black and white.

There should be contrast, it makes the difference, a change.

I hear the talk of shades, of gray-light, dark, an immersed abundance of colorlessness.

I should dream of flowers blooming, bright and beautiful, of rain kissed leaves in fall flush with color.

But, it is a barren sea of Black and white.

I want to touch the colors of red, purple, orange, awake with the warmth they give off inside a dream world.

I want to taste yellow in the sunshined corners of my mind.

I want to smell the greens and blues of deep salty ocean waves or dew filled meadows.

But, Black and white is what I get.

The black and white of insomnia, the sleep of zombies, the sleep of the undead, the lack of sleep that stunts my mind, my body, and my soul.

I want sleep, I need it, but instead I get black and white.

Collector of Chaos: Day 27

Got a Poe set of magnet poetry…the joys!

Collector of Chaos: Day 26

Just a poem I wrote for my boyfriend.  Been a long time since I wrote poetry.

Collector of Chaos: Day 24

There is something so simplistic in revisiting poems from my childhood as an adult.  Shel Silverstein was one of my favorite authors when I was little.  If I didn’t have his book, I always got it out from the school library.  I always remember having one on hand.

This is from the collection Where the Sidewalk Ends and it is just do funny.

I titled this one It’s the End of the World as we Know it.

Collector of Chaos: Day 7

I love used book sales! I find some treasures every single one I have been at. Recently I spend hours at one back in my home town. ❤

I found so many jems, for me and for art projects.  I knew I needed to get back into focus creatively and so I pick up different kids books filled with pictures…or poems!

Awwwww, Shel Silverstein.  The memories! I had to get this books, it was one, 25 cents, two, because it had the poem Two Boxes.  That hold nastalga for me.  In first grade my BFF Megan and I dressed in boxes and resighted the poem. Haha good times!

Tonight I used another poem, The Land of Happiness from that Shel Silverstein book to create Happiness in Choas.  A fun mixed media piece.

It felt good to create this…very good.

Collector of Chaos: Day 2

I get bouts of insomnia. So many things swim through my head, at such rapid rates, that I just can’t shut down.

Welcome to my world.

Before my creative burnout this was a great way to get get sketches or paintings done that I wanted to do. NOW, it just wrecks my work week.

To keep my commitment to myself to do something creative, for me, each day I finally used my Smash book a friend got me.

It’s not much, but it’s a start-right? For someone who has so much chaos going on I tend to do things by the book…so I started in the front. Haha I know, I know.  BUT!! It got me started using one of the journals that have been left unused for the last few years.