To Warm a Galaxy

Honey-colored heaps
    hide under cotton.

 Empty triangles fall up.

 Sunrise fades to a glassy voice
    piercing cold air,
    until warm toes
    wink into the void.

I’m so happy that Dave found my blue notebook from Dec/Jan psyc ward. I found this poem dated 23 December 2020.

Stars in the Morning

Twilight stars bright!
In the morning,
Shall they be gone?

I have hope
Morning of stars!
This time they shall stay.

Mistaken Perspectives

Paper Doll v2

I added more clothing and deleted the original.

A Paper Doll little girl, with a Covid mask on her face, and crying blood

#covid #mask #littlegirl #paperdoll

Simon in Sand

Black and white digital photo artwork of Simon the doll in the Sand — Simon in the Sand

Isabel Monday Shattered

Multiple exposure photo of sad little girl doll — May 13, 2021

Dynamite Diva fan art

Fan art of Jasper Jubenvill's Dynamite Diva comic character on a boat at sea in navy costume

Fan art based entirely on https://www.instagram.com/p/CK4z9F8Bava/?igshid=emlrjc45h88k (Dynamite Diva is © @jasper.jubenvill)

Untitled Fan Art

Fan art of https://www.instagram.com/p/CKSDkmGhMGR/?igshid=1inntzsyyz2et (original by @levijubenvill)

Fan art of Levi Jubenvill's painting of woman on sofa beside ash tray and lamp with paintings on the wall behind

I really like how the woman seems to be holding a cigarette, while there’s a hand in a photo on the wall holding a cigarette, right above the lamp where the painting is divided into a less colorful bottom half.

blue box

painting of naked little boy and blue little girl swimming underwater

two bare feet / drown in mud pie

floating underneath / goldfish glisten by

Cradle

Drawing of two little pyromaniac goblin boys with burning fingers — pencilled, then digitally painted

Please note, I was in the psyc ward with mania when I penciled this and wrote this poem. It still means something to me, but please interpret it as an art communication when I'm not doing well. I rarely create art any other time-- too depressed and/or unmotivated.

he climbs to the attic / he glides up the stairs / each step falling behind him

matches are in his trousers / dripping with fuel of past hurt / the chill cannot put it out

‘i peed in my bed / it smells so rotten / please help me be clean’

the smoke meets the small cradle / since combustion has begun / spraying water won’t stop it

the big boy meets his little / he is embracing his boy / while he shakes away others

‘i love all your sparks / ashes make me dry / we are dead and pale’

while he squats in their coffin / he drapes his love in corpses / the lid is closed to adults

the clean air becomes filthy / as he leaves the pure behind / his child will breathe through cotton

‘set fire to this place / drop your flames down here / hide your light in dark’

handsome boy clutches blankie / his other hand his cinders / it’s for his boyfriend alone

licking up his foot to chest / burning up the little friend / dripping down into his mouth

‘carve my dead body / drag your razor blade / toss my bandages’

he will capture his small haunt / he will give him what he asks / releasing the ghost from him

he slobbers at the toilet / pressed to his bloating belly / his mouth is closed and silent

‘one two three open / here’s my sweaty sock / lock the bolt my love’

Ashes of Sin

Ink drawing of a boy inspired by Prescott the bastard from The Childhood of a Leader — The boy in this drawing is inspired by Prescott from The Childhood of a Leader (2015)

The boy in this drawing is inspired by Prescott the bastard from The Childhood of a Leader (2015)

“Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.” (James 1:15)

Please feel free to download this image if you’d like to color it.

I have become cumbersome

Cumbersome

Seven Mary Three

She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask
I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now
You know I’d like to believe this nervousness will pass
All the stones that are thrown are building up a wall

I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl

Creepy memorial photo of a boy with open daguerreotypes in his lap. This is not a post mortem photo. — Image credit: “boy with open daguerreotypes in his lap. As creepy as this looks, this isn’t a post mortem… but very likely a memorial photo” https://www.facebook.com/Thanatos.net/

I’d like to believe we could reconcile the past
Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
But my old stone face can’t seem to bring her down
She remembers bridges, burns them to the ground

I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl

Too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or
Tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she’s wanting me less and I’m wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome

There is a balance between two worlds
One with an arrow and a cross
Regardless of the balance life has become
Cumbersome

Too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or
Tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she’s wanting me less and I’m wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome

No, yeah I know now, know
Know now, know yeah
Your life has become cumbersome

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Jason Pollock / Jason Ross

Cumbersome lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Pluto’s Fire

I used ink and watercolor, and then added the background digitally.

If you’d like to color this, right-click here to download the lineart.

Protected: A Magic Trick — under construction

Goat Boy

Drawing of cute and creepy little boy with goat horns and blank eyes

Seven of Nine’s Lament

Filtered photo of Annika Hansen as Seven of Nine — Derivative of: http://www.startrek.com/article/star-trek-101-seven-of-nine

Voices of the hive
Crimes from my past

Stare at my markings
I was only six
Ravished and assimilated

Now do it again
With your mess hall talk
Your voices and my solitude
I’m not contagious!
All of you, so normal

And my son had to die.

A human child
I was only six
Raped of self

Now do it again
With your mess hall games
Dialog is broken
You fear me
All of you, so normal

And my son had to die.

Crew at the mess hall:

You cancel my humanity
Yet granting guilt, shame, and remorse

I am alone and dreaming aliens

But you are erratic. Conflicted.
What are your intentions?
My humanity is lost.

I don’t wear your uniform. I have no quarters.

I have no lover.

And My Son had to die.