I Tried A Glow Effect Using Just Colored Pencil

I tried a glow effect using just colored pencil

I Thought I Saw Myself Tonight

I thought I saw myself tonight

In the cold, still water, bathing in the moonlight,

Her aqueous face reflecting my anamorphic strain.

I reached out my hand to pull her from her watery grave

And watched the drops of her features slip through my fingers.

The look of her distorted face still lingers.

I thought I saw myself tonight,

A featureless being blocking out the hazy glow of twilight,

Her shady figure exposing the murkiness of my soul.

She waved at me, a smokey hand I couldn’t hold.

I ran after her in vain and watched her struggling to leave,

Her elongated limbs blending in with the darkness of the trees.

I thought I saw myself tonight,

Trapped behind a pane of glass upright,

Her weary soul reflecting the tiredness in my bones.

I tried to break her free and watched her shatter on the floor.

In breaking out and breaking down, she finally got her chance to weep.

A million little pieces of Me, and none of them I get to keep.

My DnD character is getting a familiar, and I chose an imp, so this is Tux! He’s ready to go!

Once, I Tasted Paradise

Once, I tasted paradise.

I watched my broken wings take flight

Among the angels I still dream of at night.

The sun beat down on my skin,

And the color of my sins

Faded with the love of newfound kin.

Unplugged from the world, I looked up at the stars

And ignited their hearths,

Letting their warmth fill my heart.

I climbed trees with creatures from storybooks and legends.

I ate food that tasted like ambrosia from heaven.

I learned to accept whatever is given.

I discovered the secrets of life,

And I met with the spirit of my mind.

I gave the angels a piece of my shimmering light.

Then I woke up in a black and white world,

Screaming in a language I can’t use anymore,

And I wondered if Alice still looks for that miniature door.

The Ghost of My Identity

The girl in the corner of my room

Watches me with lonesome eyes

While I lie awake at night.

I ask her to explain her visitation in exasperation.

She points to a picture of her past condition,

At me, swinging on a hammock on the beach.

¿Cuando vamos a jugar así? she asks expectantly,

Looking up at me with a smile so wide

As to have not yet been touched by life,

And a twinkle in her eye that lights a spark of recognition

For this young and spirited apparition.

She’s a remnant of the day we split in two,

When she became a part of me that I outgrew.

That cataclysmic shift in the timeline of my life,

Making me wonder what it would’ve looked like

If I’d held on to her tighter while the world pulled us apart,

If, instead of casting her aside, I’d lived with her in my heart.

And I wonder if it’s even worth fighting any harder.

Ya mismo, I say to calm this little specter.

Small Town New England