Testing. (Mar 2016)

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Testing by victoriadeyemi.
Colouring pencils. And lack of sleep.

I wish I could come up with a better name. But only this made sense.

Testing.

If eyes are the windows to the soul, we should be able to see tales in peoples’ eyes. What then should be assumed of people whose eyes say nothing?

Is  “Genuineness” the defining factor in the difference between real helpers and people-pleasers?
I presume the right answers can be found when you search each heart. But no one is willing to, because sometimes we find the ugliest things buried deep.

True treachery lives deep inside the heart of men. And it is the sole creator of chains that bind.

Part 2
What should you do when the precious things that surround you become an actual ring of fire?
Rapidly closing in on you.
Sometimes, It is a lot easier to set yourself ablaze than to put out the flames.

 Especially when you only have your hands.

Once, I hastily tried to put out the scorching  flames with nothing but my hands. Even as the fire roasted my flesh, It took me a while to realise that there was sand underneath my feet.

Cool sand.

Sand that I could have easily kicked over the fire.

The Thoughts That Rocked Our 20’s. (Mar 2016)

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Only My Winnings By victoriadeyemi

Shout-out to the friend who lent me his colouring pencils.

The Thoughts That Rocked Our 20’s.

An inexplicably strange time. I have never been as precarious as I am now. I am unsettled, charitable yet unforgiving, fast and slow.
My life feels like a paradox.
I am a walking contradiction.

I am growing and shrinking at the same time.

I am cautious and reckless.
And it is wild.

My heart clings to the present.
With each hand I hold on to both the past and the future.
One more loosely than the other.

Don’t you dare unnecessarily challenge me.  I will call you out and will probably completely disgrace your pride in the process.

Right after I panic and (maybe) cry.

But its all fine because through God,
I can make things happen.
Even seemingly impossible things.

‘Follow Your Heart'(Sunken) Feb 2016

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Sunken by victoriadeyemi feb 2016

Sunken was supposed to have been done in colouring pencil. I feel like colours would have given it more life, but I left all my colouring pencils in London, and didn’t feel like buying yet another set. I already have 3.

Dedicated to strong women everywhere and to the special ones in my life who inspired this.

Follow your heart. To where? and at what cost?

Whilst he thought of ways to follow his dreams, she thought ‘how do we pay the bills and eat?’
Not that she didn’t have any dreams of her own, but she was evidently more willing, albeit reluctant, to make sacrifices. “You make certain concessions to protect your own”

Ending up deeply wrought by a situation she concluded to be the fault of his selfishness and egoism.

Rocked by the thought that she would have happily supported anything, if only he was at least following the voice of God. Not that of his fickle heart.

After finally accepting that chivalry is not actually dead because it never really existed, she could really only blame herself.

‘Its just, as you go through life, you’re bound to sometimes forget that people are just human beings. Regardless of who they are, what they mean to you or the promises that bind them.’

In Pursuit of Happiness? (Jan 2016)

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In Pursuit of Happiness? by victoriadeyemi

The last time I sketched with ink in the Black Sketchbook was the first time. I used pencil as the outline structure because I didn’t want to make any mistakes. Ironically, I ended up making an irreversible mistake and couldn’t finish it. This time I didn’t care. I did not use pencil as the outline, in fact there was no outline. I just went with it.

In Pursuit of Happiness?

If I was ever to smoke,
it would have to be a cigar or a pipe.
I’d dye half my hair grey and the bottom half emerald green.
I’d turn my speakers to the loudest and dance on my bed.
I’d make it rain confetti.

If I was ever to swim in the ocean, I would dive into the very depth, until I was literally running out of air.

If I was ever to cry about the same things as before, I would do it loudly, in the streets. Wrecking havoc in the open markets.

If I was out again at 4am with nothing to do, I’d skate right in the middle of the highway… backwards, until sunrise and until the grit on my deck considerably erodes the soles of my converses.

If I was ever to run away, I would run so fast and so far. I would never come back, simply because I wouldn’t know how to.

 

 

Atashino Tsubasa. Betrayal (Jan 2016)

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Atashino Tsubasa (My Wings)  By Victoriadeyemi

HB pencil and Red chalk.

My Wings

It was the sound of my heart breaking.
When I forged for you clippers to break the hedge. “Set me free?”
Instead you used them to rip out my wings.
Cracked the bones even when they were still attached.
Robbed the desert soil of it’s gold.

These are my just rewards;
For there is nothing new underneath the sun.
“Whosoever breaketh a hedge, a serpent shall bite him”

What do you know?(Jan 2016)

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What do you know? by victoriadeyemi

I don’t subscribe to the ‘new year new me’ way of thinking, I haven’t for a while. Simply because every new day is an opportunity to change oneself. you shouldn’t wait for the problems to pile up into a complicated mess.  Lesson 1, 2016: Be humble.

What do you know?
Are you honest?
Have you ever possessed power of any sort that you did not abuse? even a little?
Have you ever been honest with yourself?
Have you ever existed in complete autarky? How many civilisations have you seen…lived?
You lived in your era and proclaimed that you were the most renown sophist of the century. You insult yourself by exposing the true vastness of your lack of insight.

You may have owned the generation, but have you lived a millennium?  A billion years? More?
Are you life?
Have you held time in its entirety?
Are you as swift and fair in judgement as time?
Do you know where the secret things hide themselves?
Can you force the sun to stay up against its will?
Can you bring mountains to their knees? Boil an entire ocean?

What do you know?
What are you? but an incandescent glow.
Dimming lights of a former inferno.
Embers of a forgotten flame.
Are you being honest with yourself right now?
What do you know?

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