Jasmine’s Not-so-secret Journal: May 2019

Monday, 27 May 2019

Little Pig - drawing

Sunday, 26 May 2019

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

I just wanted to share this amazing YouTube channel and website. A man by the name of John Koenig has been writing and still is a dictionary of words that describe feelings that we don’t quite have words for yet.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDetdM5XDZD1xrQHDPgEg5w

https://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/

#takeaphoto - Poem

Twitter

Take a photo, purse my lips,

Caked in make-up, hands on hips

Tinder

Maybe if I change my hair,

Would somebody start to care?

Tumblr

Am I supposed to starve myself?

At least I’ll be pretty, forget my health

Facebook

I check everyone else’s wall

I just want to be thin and tall

Flickr

I try so hard to act cool

But I always end up being a fool

Does it matter if I post?

I’ll be stuck on here, a living ghost

MySpace

Will my appearance satisfy others?

Am I good enough for magazine covers?

Snapchat

Don’t you see?

What you show, it’s ruining me

Twitter, Tinder, Tumblr, Facebook

Obsession? Delusion? Reality?

Is it just a quick look

Flickr, Pinterest, MySpace, Snapchat

Safety? Security? Privacy?

You deserve better than that

So if I take a photo,

And purse my lips,

Caked in make up,

With hands on hips

Will I be happy?

Thursday, 23 May 2019

Broken Mirror - Drawing

In relation to the parable...

Disclaimer: Although I drew this (not traced), this is based off a drawing by Georgina Liliane Jurd

The Parable of the Looking Glass

In a great but empty kingdom there was a king. All day and every day he would stare into into his looking glass, muttering to himself “I'm handsome, I'm so handsome!” One particular day, one of his servants entered the throne room. The king, busy telling himself how handsome he thought he was, didn't notice the servant until he spoke “Your highness, your wife has fallen fatally ill. There might not be much time left, do you wish to visit her?”

“Shoo, can't you see I'm busy?”

“Uh, yes your highness but your wife…”

“Do you wish to be beheaded?”

“Uh, no,”

“Then begone.” The servant scuffled away. “Wow, you're handsome and tough,” he smiled at his reflection.

“Your highness,”

“What do you want now?!”

“Um, your wife, she's gone.”

“Okay whatever go away, I'm busy,”

The very shocked servant edged away from his monstrous king.

A year passed by.

“Hmm I am so handsome,” the king thought out loud to himself, “ I wish others could see my handsomeness. Everyone would be so jealous! Ooh! I have an idea, I'll have a ball! My lovely wife and I can sit atop our golden thrones, my handsome face for all to see!” The King called for his servant, and he came running in so fast he almost tripped over.

“Do be less clumsy would you?”

“Uh, yes you highness,” His servant said, taking an awkward bow.

“Go get my wife. I wish to have a ball!” The king said with a delightful clap of his ring-masked hands.

“Uh, your wife is gone,” The servant replied with a gulp.

“Excuse me?”

“Your wife passed on a year ago,”

“What!? Why didn't you tell me!?”

“Uh, I did your highness,”

“Nonsense, as if I wouldn't remember something like that!”

“Uh, I am sorry. Maybe you.. uh..didn't hear me?”

“Hmph,”

“We can still have a ball if you want. In honour of deceased royalty. I am sure the Queen would like that,”

“You..You just go. I..I'll think about it.” The servant bowed and left. The king looked back at his looking glass, and somehow he didn't look or feel as handsome any more. His forehead wrinkled with sorrow, he tried pushing the wrinkles away, but it was no use. There were
shallow darkly coloured pockets under his eyes. His sand coloured hair stuck out awkwardly making him look like lion. However he was not a strong brave king of the jungle, but a weakened and cornered lion that had been battered badly. His eyes were bloodshot and watery from his tears of woe and hate. He was ugly, his face a reflection of all his heart was.

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Tuesday, 21 May 2019

Blue Haired Girl 2.0 - Drawing

I made this drawing on the app ‘Sketches’....

Monday, 20 May 2019

Gliding - Paragraph story

I stepped onto the smooth surface gracefully, the cold air stung my cheeks and filled my lungs. I drifted forward slowly and continued to glide on blades of steel. I watched as my rippled reflection followed me around the rink. I was cutting through the air, zipping right and left at a ludicrous speed. One wrong move and it would end in disaster, yet I felt a strange sense of security. The ice was cold and smooth to the touch as I lowered to let my hand trail through the thin layer of icy water. It was not a malicious or vile cold I felt. It felt like an electric shock, sending pulses of energy through my body, causing another burst of speed. Fat drops of water from the leaky ceiling splashed on my head, adding to the cold that was already biting through my jacket. My lungs ached and begged wanting to slow down and enjoy the summer warmth outside the rink. But I didn’t care. I felt free. I was gliding.

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