I once drew a butterfly in hopes that it would flutter,
A couple holding hands while smiling at their daughter.
But every wish I drew never came true for me,
Maybe it was because I drew the pictures poorly.
So I went to the shop to buy the fountain pen, to continue my novel. Alas, I exited with two different items: a notepad and a box of colouring pencils. I left the shop, sat on the ledge outside and began to draw.
When she did it, she wasn’t human. She wasn’t even living, not even dead. She was that stroke of color, of life, on that clean, innocent paper. She was whatever she wanted to be. She wasn’t living; she was life.
When she did it, she wasn’t human. She wasn’t even living, not even dead. She was that stroke of color, of life, on the crisp, clean paper. She was whatever she wanted to be. She wasn’t living, she was life.
Although I like to win, I don’t mind a draw now and then. My partner specially likes it when we draw at poker. He can’t wait to sit down at the poker table and draw those cards. Me I prefer a draw at spades. My mum draws cartoons. They’re not funny though – macabre actually. I draw stars sometimes. I wish I had an empty draw for my papers, but no such space exists in the dollhouse. Draw is ward backwards and I hate hospitals. I used to draw for a living but I’m too old now. Draw, draw a jackdaw. Jackdaws are ugly birds. Draw a straight line, I dare you.
draw a world full of daylight and whispers, where the frogs don’t come out until the moon is across the ocean, and the rabbits don’t cry unless they are told to.
Pencil touches paper. An indentation is made, and soon the graphite is flying, scraping its thoughts on the white below. Lines flow from the pencil’s tip, smooth and sweet. Drawing out the thoughts of the day.
I’d like to draw out the scenes in my head. Would it be easier to draw out pain and other feelings than it is to write them out. My paintbrush will have to be my pen and my paints will be a dictionary of possibilities.
it is the art of depicting things through pictures. I was never any good at it in art class. My teacher told me I didn’t spend enough time creating the art and adding details. My skills never progressed much further past a grade 6 level. But i have always admired cartoonists, I wish I could make comics.
Forming a future and a path for yourself out of nothing but the ground laid before you and a bit of thin air is a daunting task to say the least. I could be an adventurer and write about honesty, and things that often go unnoticed in the world, or I could be an engineer and make a difference and change the world, and maybe I should be pursuing something completely different from those two things. But maybe, just maybe, those options don’t have to be separate entities, but different tellings of the same story which is and will be my life.
The sketch pad still lay on the desk where Damian had left it. Not drawn in since 2006, he decided to flip through the pages. The first page was a picture of a forest, but if you looked closely at the background, a strange figure stood there. Damian laughed, he remembered drawing it, though he couldn’t remember the inspiration.
Once upon a time a small creature named pencil made love with another creature named paper. From this the world forever drew and drawed to celebrate and remember them.
I’ve never been a good drawer, or a writer for that matter. I guess that’s why I’m here, because I’m not a good writer I mean. I guess it’s also why I act, because I can’t write or draw-everybody needs an outlet. I’m not totally sure why but I’m feeling now that acting is not enough so that’s why I’m here.
You can draw back,
pulling up that drawbridge over the moat
of thoughts
that you’re probably hiding.
And you become hidden, like a snake or a lamp or a table or something
that doesn’t actually say much.
If anything.
God I miss you.
I love art. Art will always be a staple of our culture. Everyone should practice it at least once in a while. No matter what their talent in it is. Maybe your talent isn’t the drawn art but its the written art, either way you should pratice it all the time, no matter how good or bad you are.
i will draw your outlines and marry your curves and angles and make a map of all your spots and dents and mountains i swear i want to have you all on paper i need a pencil right this minute you deserve to be art you are already art
Drawing is the basic of art, everyone should love it. No matter how talented you may or may not be, you should draw at least once in your life. It’s always a great thing to do. Art will help you and drawing is a basic of all art. Art helps us expand our knowledge, and it cultures us.
art, just free falling down, let it ripple and ride, the pen flowing. sometimes a dove may dive, then alone on a branch. there’s a gun too in the end. point and shoot, the blood dribbles down, red.
He drew away
from the ceiling
and cascaded
his hand over
the glaze of the light,
he tore apart
the wall
to see the white
and inhaled.
He swore
that
he’d never
forget a moment,
not one.
He was the
copper dime
spent
on you.
I reached out my hand and took hold of the charcoal. Mashing it onto the paper I started to see the dark grey lines take the shape of the beast that was livinging in my head.
draw me how you please; let your bright red lips smirk my name, tell half truths to paint your tainted picture. let your blonde angel hair swing animatedly, as your slurred, drunken words hang in the swirling air. hold yourself uuuuuuuup. I’m not there to
“It’s your turn to play,” Chris scolded. “Why don’t you pay attention?”
Lissa looked up, slightly ashamed. It was hard to focus on card games, which she had always found a bit boring. She liked playing games with Chris, but other than that, she didn’t much like games at all. They sucked. She spent most of her time daydreaming about running his fingers through her hair.
“Sorry. It’s just so nice outside…” She drew a card and sighed. Bad luck.
I like to draw but I don’t think I can do it naturally. I have to trace the drawing or draw grids. I can follow the pattern of the grid, but I couldn’t draw freehand. Maybe I could with practise. I don’t have time to practise though. I want to draw something that looks like a photograph
Drawing set her free. Drawing gave her life. Mostly she was just a shadow, an illusion. But with the pen in his hand, he could make her real. He could make them real.
take a pen, pencil, crayon, paintbrush. Put it to paper. Pick a color. make anything you want. It can be real, it can be fake. It can mean something or it can be nothing at all. Doodling is healthy and most people don’t understand that drawing is therapeutic and necessary.
“Draw me” he said.
“You know I can’t draw, Will” Stella replied.
“What do I look like to you?”
Stella grabbed a piece of paper. Methodically she put pen to paper. He stared.
“That’s a piece of pizza”
England looked at the Mochi and sighed.
“Honestly, you are starting to creep me out.” He complained to the small rice flour treat. The mochi just smiled and continued to jump over the paper, leaving ink splotches in it’s wake.
England’s brow twitched when he noticed what the mochi was drawing.
“Hey, quit drawing my eyebrows like that-They aren’t that big!”
TO draw you need a pencil or similar implement and a surface to draw on. From then on, let your imagination take hold! You may create something marvelous from nothingness.
Drawing is a type of hobby children, adults, and anyone in between use everyday to let out their feelings and emotions. Drawing results in better feelings and relief from the stress and problems from the every day world. To draw is a talent that takes much time and concentration to master, but the end results are definitely worth it.
To be cretive and express yourself through drawing something that means something to you. Art galleries are full of drawings and wise people with opinions and for this reason they are one of my favourite places. I could stay in an art gallery all day and not get bored.
Why are you asking me the same word? It’s always “draw” this, and “draw” that! I can never figure this out. It’s so confusing. The worst part is, you have me convinced that I’m doing something wrong, like this is my fault. And even if it isn’t, I believe that it is. I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m doing something incorrectly.
I once drew a butterfly in hopes that it would flutter,
A couple holding hands while smiling at their daughter.
But every wish I drew never came true for me,
Maybe it was because I drew the pictures poorly.
Draw a card from the bottom of the deck. No questions; take what you’ve been given. The only way to play.
So I went to the shop to buy the fountain pen, to continue my novel. Alas, I exited with two different items: a notepad and a box of colouring pencils. I left the shop, sat on the ledge outside and began to draw.
When she did it, she wasn’t human. She wasn’t even living, not even dead. She was that stroke of color, of life, on that clean, innocent paper. She was whatever she wanted to be. She wasn’t living; she was life.
When she did it, she wasn’t human. She wasn’t even living, not even dead. She was that stroke of color, of life, on the crisp, clean paper. She was whatever she wanted to be. She wasn’t living, she was life.
Although I like to win, I don’t mind a draw now and then. My partner specially likes it when we draw at poker. He can’t wait to sit down at the poker table and draw those cards. Me I prefer a draw at spades. My mum draws cartoons. They’re not funny though – macabre actually. I draw stars sometimes. I wish I had an empty draw for my papers, but no such space exists in the dollhouse. Draw is ward backwards and I hate hospitals. I used to draw for a living but I’m too old now. Draw, draw a jackdaw. Jackdaws are ugly birds. Draw a straight line, I dare you.
draw a world full of daylight and whispers, where the frogs don’t come out until the moon is across the ocean, and the rabbits don’t cry unless they are told to.
Pencil touches paper. An indentation is made, and soon the graphite is flying, scraping its thoughts on the white below. Lines flow from the pencil’s tip, smooth and sweet. Drawing out the thoughts of the day.
I’d like to draw out the scenes in my head. Would it be easier to draw out pain and other feelings than it is to write them out. My paintbrush will have to be my pen and my paints will be a dictionary of possibilities.
I draw an unrefined thought from my mind.
Today, you’ll find,
I can’t get out of bed, even after trying for the third time.
it is the art of depicting things through pictures. I was never any good at it in art class. My teacher told me I didn’t spend enough time creating the art and adding details. My skills never progressed much further past a grade 6 level. But i have always admired cartoonists, I wish I could make comics.
Forming a future and a path for yourself out of nothing but the ground laid before you and a bit of thin air is a daunting task to say the least. I could be an adventurer and write about honesty, and things that often go unnoticed in the world, or I could be an engineer and make a difference and change the world, and maybe I should be pursuing something completely different from those two things. But maybe, just maybe, those options don’t have to be separate entities, but different tellings of the same story which is and will be my life.
The sketch pad still lay on the desk where Damian had left it. Not drawn in since 2006, he decided to flip through the pages. The first page was a picture of a forest, but if you looked closely at the background, a strange figure stood there. Damian laughed, he remembered drawing it, though he couldn’t remember the inspiration.
draw is when a gun is pulled from a cowboys holster. “Draw!” one lives, one die, them the rules. thats how im here to write this down. i survived.
The soft, grey line of the pencil stroke finished the drawing. The drawing that had taken me months to start and years to perfect.
Once upon a time a small creature named pencil made love with another creature named paper. From this the world forever drew and drawed to celebrate and remember them.
one uses a pencil and make straight and curved lines to show an object or shape
Don’t think, just write. I don’t know what the equivalent for drawing would be. What goes in the blank for ‘Don’t ___, just draw?’
I’ve never been a good drawer, or a writer for that matter. I guess that’s why I’m here, because I’m not a good writer I mean. I guess it’s also why I act, because I can’t write or draw-everybody needs an outlet. I’m not totally sure why but I’m feeling now that acting is not enough so that’s why I’m here.
You can draw back,
pulling up that drawbridge over the moat
of thoughts
that you’re probably hiding.
And you become hidden, like a snake or a lamp or a table or something
that doesn’t actually say much.
If anything.
God I miss you.
And wish you’d go away.
I love art. Art will always be a staple of our culture. Everyone should practice it at least once in a while. No matter what their talent in it is. Maybe your talent isn’t the drawn art but its the written art, either way you should pratice it all the time, no matter how good or bad you are.
i will draw your outlines and marry your curves and angles and make a map of all your spots and dents and mountains i swear i want to have you all on paper i need a pencil right this minute you deserve to be art you are already art
Drawing is the basic of art, everyone should love it. No matter how talented you may or may not be, you should draw at least once in your life. It’s always a great thing to do. Art will help you and drawing is a basic of all art. Art helps us expand our knowledge, and it cultures us.
art, just free falling down, let it ripple and ride, the pen flowing. sometimes a dove may dive, then alone on a branch. there’s a gun too in the end. point and shoot, the blood dribbles down, red.
He drew away
from the ceiling
and cascaded
his hand over
the glaze of the light,
he tore apart
the wall
to see the white
and inhaled.
He swore
that
he’d never
forget a moment,
not one.
He was the
copper dime
spent
on you.
I reached out my hand and took hold of the charcoal. Mashing it onto the paper I started to see the dark grey lines take the shape of the beast that was livinging in my head.
draw me how you please; let your bright red lips smirk my name, tell half truths to paint your tainted picture. let your blonde angel hair swing animatedly, as your slurred, drunken words hang in the swirling air. hold yourself uuuuuuuup. I’m not there to
carry you home.
“It’s your turn to play,” Chris scolded. “Why don’t you pay attention?”
Lissa looked up, slightly ashamed. It was hard to focus on card games, which she had always found a bit boring. She liked playing games with Chris, but other than that, she didn’t much like games at all. They sucked. She spent most of her time daydreaming about running his fingers through her hair.
“Sorry. It’s just so nice outside…” She drew a card and sighed. Bad luck.
I like to draw but I don’t think I can do it naturally. I have to trace the drawing or draw grids. I can follow the pattern of the grid, but I couldn’t draw freehand. Maybe I could with practise. I don’t have time to practise though. I want to draw something that looks like a photograph
Drawing set her free. Drawing gave her life. Mostly she was just a shadow, an illusion. But with the pen in his hand, he could make her real. He could make them real.
i like to draw
even though I’m not very good.
I have trouble with shading.
I can’t bear
getting blood drawn.
I don’t know why either.
When I told her I wanted to learn to draw, she said. You already know how to draw. If you can see, you can draw. She was right.
draw your mind and mind your drawing
take a pen, pencil, crayon, paintbrush. Put it to paper. Pick a color. make anything you want. It can be real, it can be fake. It can mean something or it can be nothing at all. Doodling is healthy and most people don’t understand that drawing is therapeutic and necessary.
“Draw me” he said.
“You know I can’t draw, Will” Stella replied.
“What do I look like to you?”
Stella grabbed a piece of paper. Methodically she put pen to paper. He stared.
“That’s a piece of pizza”
England looked at the Mochi and sighed.
“Honestly, you are starting to creep me out.” He complained to the small rice flour treat. The mochi just smiled and continued to jump over the paper, leaving ink splotches in it’s wake.
England’s brow twitched when he noticed what the mochi was drawing.
“Hey, quit drawing my eyebrows like that-They aren’t that big!”
TO draw you need a pencil or similar implement and a surface to draw on. From then on, let your imagination take hold! You may create something marvelous from nothingness.
Drawing is a type of hobby children, adults, and anyone in between use everyday to let out their feelings and emotions. Drawing results in better feelings and relief from the stress and problems from the every day world. To draw is a talent that takes much time and concentration to master, but the end results are definitely worth it.
To be cretive and express yourself through drawing something that means something to you. Art galleries are full of drawings and wise people with opinions and for this reason they are one of my favourite places. I could stay in an art gallery all day and not get bored.
Why are you asking me the same word? It’s always “draw” this, and “draw” that! I can never figure this out. It’s so confusing. The worst part is, you have me convinced that I’m doing something wrong, like this is my fault. And even if it isn’t, I believe that it is. I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m doing something incorrectly.