Smile

I guess it’s been a while. Consistency isn’t really my thing. I guess that’s okay for what is essentially an anonymous e-diary.

But like most things online, silence is good. It means I haven’t needed the outlet, because I was already smiling. Not perpetually, but often. I have a lot to love in my life right now and that’s mind blowing. I feel so lucky. I love her, she loves me, and now we have a home. I have my desk and art supplies and my keyboard and a career path and music and everything I need to exist.

I’m living a snapshot of what I used to dream about. I hope it doesn’t change but terrified because it inevitably will. But maybe it’ll be for the better. Maybe I’ll finally grow up.

An abstract piece meant to depict a positive head space. A fictional but salient dream.

I keep coming back to my blog and thinking I really should post something. But…I just didn’t need it like I used to. I don’t have anything to air out; to work out or think through. I don’t feel like the same kid who named their diary after an evil pirate from a fairy-tale. I need to rename it. I don’t feel like an outcast anymore. I feel loved and my old format doesn’t reflect that.

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Chelsea Grin (Artwork+Poem)

Chelsea grins when Chelsea wins,

something thin and something grim.

Chelsea grins through fading skin,

taking lives while moaning hymns.

Taking time to carve away,

the very essence of her prey…

…Up the lips and through the cheek,

a torturous smile that haunts the weak.

No one wins when she grins,

No,

No one wins when she sins.

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Note: This poem and artwork are based on the Chelsea grin, or Glasgow smile. Wherein the perpetrator cuts a smile into the victims face with a sharp object or razor.

Digital portrait

7x20inches

Bluv