Past, don’t hold me down,
Support my back
Hit me when needed
And pat me to cheer me up
Present, don’t be swift
And mend my tattered past
To my hoping future
Future, don’t be cruel
But not today
Keep me believing
That tomorrow will yield something
Life is never fair
Whoever said it is
Has never lived it the way it is supposed to be lived
Life is about
Curbing the crimson tide
Fighting what cannot be seen
And enjoying things in the midst of lacking
Life is about finding those very special people
And journeying together with them to your finish line to say,
“Ah, yes, life was never unfair after all.”
This is another one of my childhood sketches that I decided to color.
I guess I was kinda into being a seaman when I was still young.
The original drawing is in a really bad shape as you can see above but I think I wanted to portray a stormy night.
I’ll just have to say sorry to my child self for now because I don’t have the ability to do a stormy weather yet. He’ll just have to be satisfied with a sea after a storm as it is the only thing I can do now. Maybe in later years I can give justice to the imagination of little ‘ol me.
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I dug up my old sketchbook from when I was still in elementary and decided to color some of my sketches that are still recognizable.
Here is the first one in what I hope to be is a series of posts regarding my childhood.
I live in a province so birds and plants are very common. I guess that is why most of my drawings in my sketchbooks are about landscapes, animals and plants.
I don’t think I’ve improved much in terms of drawing ability considering I stopped midway through high school. Maybe I’ll tell the story behind why I stopped drawing and writing at some point in my life in futures posts.
If I could have one wish,
If I could have just one wish,
I’d wish this life of mine to be nothing but a fleeting dream
To be the dancing flame
The endless sky
And ever flowing river
I dreamt to be
To never again feel the loneliness of life
To erase the existence that is me
PS: I know this poem sounds dark but believe me when I say that I have no suicidal tendencies.
I think my previous practice piece, Yellow Stream, is better but I hope it’s still presentable.
All in all I think the youtube video tutorials are helping.
Note to self: Buy better materials already!