Roof Picnic

I don't have pockets

Fill up your cup of life to the brim
For over the crest of that hill, Death comes apace
He waits impatiently for you to come to him
He sits in the back of your mind, that wide open space
His smiling face turns yours quite grim
His gaze sends shivers through your bones, making you grimace.

But it's alright, you don't need pockets in your pants when you are dead.

Halo

Wallpaper

Have I become your wallpaper?
Something pretty to look at now and then.
Keeping you calm and confined.
But wait, I forget that I was never more than that.
When the sun catches me you enjoy me more.
But I am just the background to your life.
Soon I will begin to peel.
And when I begin to rot you will cover me up,
Or tear me out and replace me.

You.

You only say you love me because you need me.
You use and abuse as you please.
You don't actually care about feelings you see.
You only need me because no one else is real.
Ah if you did care wouldn't that be a lovely dream.
But you are as fake as they come, it would seem.
That is a pity.
It was nice knowing you, really.

Jealousy

Jealousy rips through my being as I sit in the silence.
Your love is not for me,
No why would it be?
You have saved it for her,
Set it aside.
To you her face is golden,
Mine is a blur.
Why then, do you taunt me with pretty verses
And pity looks too.
Do not save up looks for me.
Spend them on her while she still looks at you.
Love is a fickle mistress.
And will leave when she chooses.

Forgivness

My eyes slide off of you
like your image is greased
Maybe there is a blanket of quiet in the air
But that doesn't mean that there is peace
Only music fills the space
Between your life and mine
I hate how when you ask how I am
I can only reply with, "Just fine"
Because how can I tell you what I feel
When we cannot force the speech
Did you know I hated you for a while?
There was a wall your love couldn't breech
Now there are cracks in the wall
And some vines are growing through
But this forgiveness thing takes a while to work
Just know I'll love you too.

Just wait.

Stupid Stomach

I just wanted to befriend these boys
But they thought too nicely of me
And friends we no longer could be
So I searched for a friend away from the noise.

It was your bright eyes that froze my searchlight
Yet the small smiles you held
Made my pulse beat as you compelled
And i tried to look away with all my might.

A friend to me you have diligently been
But now the tables are turned
My heart feels like it's being burned
And I feel things you could not have foreseen.

But now it is not me with the wish to just be friends
And I who looks to enjoy romance
With wishes for you to sweep me up in dance
However forced relations always come to bad ends.

short

I am so very short and quite stubby
Sometimes when you stand next to me
You look as tall as a high up tree
And you have to look very hard to see
But usually you look right over my hair that is frizzy.
I still hardly come up to your knee
The smallest waves in the sea
Threaten to bowl right over me
I must stand on a stool to pour the tea
Some people almost sit on me,"Didn't see you, sorry"
I'm so small people mistake me for a pigmy.

THANKSGIVING!!!

Howdy Howdy Howdy hey!
Turkey day is on it's way
So here's a poem to brighten your day
You'll be eating some great food on Thursday.
Before you will be sitting a lovely buffet
Of turkey, gravy and every thinkable entree
Some fillet, flambe, parfait,souffle,
Saute, and some gourmet puree.
And pardon me for I may sound cliche
Though your stomach may feel like destroyed pompeii
Howbeit life is often very unhappily portrayed
Give thanks for this and every single day.



-Hope-

Clones!!!!

This was a collaboration.

This was when I drew my dream prom dress in 2009...it is one of my better old drawings:p.



-Hope-

Hope and Charity in the autumn

Christiana doesn't like pictures.

Confession

Line upon line, row upon row
grief piles up like cruel winter snow
Words come out in a jumbled pile
Stupid and eloquent, precious and vile
Love isn't always black and white
Feelings aren't always wrong or right
I gave you all my thoughts and dreams
Please don't rip them apart at the seams
Today I confess, but will you hear me out?
Will you understand my whispers and shouts?
I'll tell you my every hope and fear
Just stay by my side, my love, stay near.



-Charity-

Christiana

I don't have much to say... Just wanted to make a blog that might improve someone's day with a little edification or entertainment with our art and escapades. Enjoy!

Charity

Well, since Hope stole first place, i suppose i will have to claim second. I should be first, after all, i am the greatest. But in this day and age, i suppose everything is screwed up. I am the third child, although i look and act older than Hope. I guarantee she'll punch me for writing that, and she'll prove my point by her actions. I am the black sheep of the family. Not really, but it sounds dramatic, and also, i tend to wear darker colors than my sporty/preppy hermanas. Nothing exciting happened today, except that were learned about child-birth in biology. Yum. Luckily, it wasn't as awkward as i expected, and there were a surprising amount of questions being asked about that marvelous time in a mother's life. At any rate, I'll give all you goth-loving artists out there some eye candy, with pictures of sad clowns, men in gas masks, and random pencil sketches that i hope won't make you barf.

Hope

Well I will take the initiative to be the first one out of the three of us to blog, Hope is my middle name and I believe today is the 13th. All three of us are artists though our styles differ and we were all born within 6 years of each other. And although we are sisters and we live together, we are surprisingly close :).