Below It All (Poem)

Late one night, my last thought flew in my half sleep

Was not a burning idea, but an impulse I couldn’t leap


So, I sneak out of the house only gathering my shoes

But quietly as to not awake any of relatives of course


I passed the main hall and opened the main door

And in a few minutes, instantly, I was on the street floor


There was no one around to see me in this state of trance

But doing something like this, shouldn't had given me a feeling of unease


And I looked up to see the common starry sky

Til something caught up my curious sight


And there he was, a man flying and observing above us all

Became like a celestial being into my eyes who could not fall


And I thought to myself, ‘What is he doing up there?

This man looks from Earth but why alone in that empty space?



Then I suddenly felt incredibly special at the spectacle

And wondered if it was only me who only saw him as a miracle


Like when people wished upon a star or what people see in constellations

Or whether the clouds in human’s mind clear of all speculations


Then, I realized, that in just a tiny single moment of eternity

That things like these are one and a hundred feelings that occurring daily


Although what is up there doesn’t affect our destiny much

It can comfort or frighten our troubled souls


This universe may be enormous and strange

But here at home is what everything matters the most


And so I decided, that man with wings I would follow

Informed and aware of my fears, for sure this list I will narrow


Once I saw him land back home, my amusement grew

I knew him all along and couldn’t believe it on my own.


I heard of his new point of view and kept a secret what I saw

Since he would not say anything about his single flight


But I for surely told him “We get a nice view from below it all and what I saw far up,

Is the same luminary star that brightens my life. The answer was nearer from what I thought”

 ~~~

This is a poem in response to another poem found at hitRECord, which was revised by no other than my boyfriend (who doesn't know it yet, but what can I do? lol) Joseph Gordon Levitt (aka: RegularJoe) :
"Above It All"

Also, I colored an old drawing and called it "Aqua Fairy:

Not sure what exactly to do with it, but it is pretty, right?

So, I have been creative as of lately, it might be due to the hitRecord news and its TV show plus, I have had the time too.




Until next time, ciao~

Tiny Poem

I can't convey my sentiments to words, nor words to poems, or poems to songs.

Breath, saliva and the melodic rhythm of my thoughts are the only reality that transcends the quiet night.

'Undress me'

 hitRECord Page

New Home at hitRECord! and Unique Mask of Fakeness

Hello Lovely People~

Just dropping by to say that I have a new home for all my artistic stuff (beside here and redbubble) at hitRECord.

My Lovely Account

Why did I sign up? Duh~ because of my love for Joseph Gordon Levitt aka: RegularJoe, and because I want to be on the TV show!!! lolololol 

Just kidding, I don't care about that. I just want more people to see my art and all the crazy beautiful stuff that I do~

Plus, they have challenges and stuff that stimulates my artistic inventive self. I just wrote something for the 10min challenge for the word FAKE:

 Unique Mask of Fakeness

Am I fake?

Facing the crowd every single day I walked with a painted common mask.

Anguish does not reflect on my face for I have hidden it very well.

Kindness is what my colored lips try to speak in a monotone voice.

Emotionless and detached from this common world in order to speak the truth.

 At the end of the day I wash my face and the color of my cognitive being disappears as it is washed by the water. I no longer have to imitate others and the fragile me can relax and dream of who I could become tomorrow. It is cowardice or just the simple egocentric and egoist me who wants to keep who I really am, looked inside for nobody to see except me.

Am I fake?

If I am fake, what or who am I faking to be? Then, who it is the original me?

I know who I am and who to be, I should no longer be fake but just then who is the mask?

Am I fake for playing someone who I am not but conscious at the same time of who I am?

But the fakeness that I play it is part of who I am for the time I take to be under the mask, it is indeed still the original me who have chosen to who to imitate and what to do.

Fakeness... Don't make me laugh

I am me and a thousand in the genuine combination that I have chosen the pattern to paint on the mask.

So yeah, wish me luck and cross your fingers so that I could get famous and finally meet my boyfriend, Joe ;)

Love your faces and if you have the time, drop by and give me some love~

Ohh and I also got into instagram, add me if you would like:  DKCesia

Ciao~

Lovely betches ;)