Archive for February, 2014

Take it as it comes

Posted in Art, Typograohy with tags , on February 23, 2014 by shatteredbutterfly

♫ Take it easy baby, take it as it comes ♫

I thought i would do a small art update. A bad habit of mine is starting an art piece and not coming back to it until a few weeks, to a couple months later. So I most likely created this one month ago. (or 2)
The typography is sitting in a frame in my room, inspired by the song Giant by the Dave Matthews Band.

Lately all I’ve been listening to is the Doors.
How have I not come across this phenomenal band until now?
Life is some cruel joke to only discover the best bands in my early 20’s, no sooner.
I found out a few weeks ago one of my oldest sisters used to listen to The Doors in her teens, it was one of her favourite bands. I find it a mystery that now all she seems to listen to is Christian worship music and mainstream pop. She also doesn’t have blue hair anymore and shop only at Value Village. Now you can usually find her in brand name clothing. I also no longer have opted out of dying my  hair crazy colours, so I blend in more with the rest of society. Otherwise people know I’m a freak right away, this way I can move in slowly and take them by surprise.

I went to Festival Du Voyageur yesterday, a Winnipeg tradition. My and a couple friends saw some really sweet bands, and nothing beats the feeling of being right in front of the speakers and have the vibrations from the guitar and bass permeate your whole chest & body. To find a band that makes you let go and lose yourself in the music, that’s a gift.

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My Only Wager

Posted in Heartbreak, Love, Poem with tags , , , , on February 14, 2014 by shatteredbutterfly

I had wished to prove
and be there to remove
the curtains that would cloud
your mind when confidence could not be found
to light a flame in your darkest cave
help settle thoughts that would not behave

I had wished to share
a piece of sunshine to repair
blue eyes hidden by rain
a little something to subdue your pain
and I would place it in your pocket, in your hand
no heavier than a grain of sand
to believe in you when you’re in doubt
and be the clarity when words run out

I had to wished to amend
wounds pierced by arrows from the darkness that descend
from self loathing and defeat
make you realize you’re not hollow, you are nothing but complete

You would have been my only wager
Though I saw very few odds in your favour
I had wished to quell your afflicted mind
and make sure you know
you’re always in the back of mine

I was supposed to catch you off that cliff
To be the first one to forgive