Lamentations of an Art Center Student

[bluejeans07]

Ahh late nights of working hard on a project, and then the muse hits with a vengance. I have surpressed my literary muse too long, now for a little vent. Yes it is true to life.

Here I sit at my drafting table,
watching the brigbht lights of the morn.
Slaving away
for what seems to be an eternity
at a project that feels that it has not yet been born.

My roommate sleeps blissfully at the dark of the night
While my sleep occurs during the light of the day,
unfortunatly during class.

Dreams of parties and fun times
are aspects of the past and an occasional weekend,
while I hole up in my cave,
and dream of blissful sleep.

Art Boot Camp, oh how I scorn thee,
yet I am inslaved by thou
for the future that may be.

So I keep going forward, nocturnal, exhausted
and splattered with paint.
My only comfort
that I'll emerge a wealthy peacock with bright feathers to show for my pain.

Comments

*hugs*

[doc-sama.livejournal.com]

God will sustain you Jean-chan

all you need to do is ask for it :)

*hugs*
nee-chan