A Portrait

I painted your face four months back// Back when meeting under street lamps was something to look forward to// Too bad we haven’t met since then/

I practiced spelling your name for three whole weeks// Weakly making attempts at getting your attention// Attentively attending shaking knees/

It’s just a thought, but maybe I wasn’t meant to meet anyone// It’s just a thought wandering through me// But maybe we weren’t meant to see what’s really// Here there or anywhere

We were only meant to see the light// But if our light source is constantly changing are we ever seeing what we saw before?

Glad To Be Home

Single silent car ride crushed by lip synced song lines

Last to make the effort swore they’d never try

But I try and so should you.

Single lane highway swerves miles along white lines

Last to take this route swore they’d leave for good

But I won’t so why should you?

Packing up my things for good was the hardest part

Not the nagging of an eventual close encounter

The type that’s punctuated by the so’s and uhm’s

Of a forgotten crossroad.

Take a left at August and a right down Henry Lane

We’re the house on the left with the two car garage

Wrap-around porch and broken tire swing.

I miss you said the mountains.

I miss visiting your lakes.

I miss that time we drove for hours just to see nothing.

The latter makes me cringe and the former gives me chills

But it isn’t regret that’s settled on the other side of these hills.

Cartographer

It’s not the mountains that are in the way//
Every inch of soil is a nameless grave//
And since it’s polite to shy away/ from what’s underneath I’d rather leave the land for sea//

A thousand thousand farewells I’ve bid// one for each life I’ve lived// left and lost in the depths of mind/ mind my past brings back life in waves of insight//

On my way up from the bottom I hit the compass rose. Now north lies silent and my sense of direction is gone. Up is west and left is down and east is lost and south is out.

Maybe that’s not too far from the truth// maybe the lack of ceiling reference is// for the best sunken treasure chests// blinking breaths with every beveled edge// past the hedge that’s the home I left//

Harsh

The truth is you barely
Add up to the shadow you once cast.
The truth is you don’t deserve the fake instrument you possess.
The truth is I’m worried about the time of your final crash.
The truth isn’t that you aren’t okay, you’re just an ass.

Patron saint of god knows what. Maybe using deeds as debts. Patron saint of god knows what. Being the victim of all of us.

Let me feed you lies. From the get go you were right. Negativity has polluted my skies.

If you never try you never fail. You’ll never succeed, but ignore the details of this flawless record. This untouched standing. This zero dash zero.

Intro (What’s out there for me?)

The only thing that lies in your way//
Is the inability to act on chance/
So take your first step and I promise it’ll last/
From the sight of this busy avenue, these hectic boulevards//
Across these roads are reasons worth bridging light to dark//
Go on take the first step, you won’t arrive just then/
But you’ll be closer than you’ve ever been/
To blossom’s blue breath on the new end//

The calm excitement of something brand new//
Is the feeling we’ve been chasing from the start/
Knowing full well keeping momentum is the hardest part/
So keep the motion sans the broken compass//
Because life without direction is progression-less existence//
Believe me it gets better after being tough/
It’s morning and you’ve rested long enough/
What’s out there for us??//

Everything. You just need to wake up.

Everything you do is worth overdoing. Until you overdo it then it’s dumb.

Feeling spaced breathing out listerine. Keep safe, neighbors. Don’t need none of y’all burning your house down! Happy spring time!

Feeling spaced breathing out listerine. Keep safe, neighbors. Don’t need none of y’all burning your house down! Happy spring time!

Creative outlet day 6. Continuation of some thoughts. Thoughts of lots of thoughts. I hope y’all are doing well! Happy almost spring!

Creative outlet day 6. Continuation of some thoughts. Thoughts of lots of thoughts. I hope y’all are doing well! Happy almost spring!

Day 5 Creative Outlet - internal dialogue comic. 

Thoughts and more thoughts. Sucking is the first step to being okay at something. I hope you all had a good Thursday! Tomorrow is gonna be good!

Day 5 Creative Outlet - internal dialogue comic.

Thoughts and more thoughts. Sucking is the first step to being okay at something. I hope you all had a good Thursday! Tomorrow is gonna be good!

Day 4 Creative Outlet. Thought brought about while diving in false reality
. Who’s important to you? Talk to them and let them know you love them. 

Sorry to beat a dead horse, but I’m excited about it! Flannel Seagulls is back to original content only. Look forward to more comics, poems and expression! I hope all of you are well!

Day 4 Creative Outlet. Thought brought about while diving in false reality
. Who’s important to you? Talk to them and let them know you love them.

Sorry to beat a dead horse, but I’m excited about it! Flannel Seagulls is back to original content only. Look forward to more comics, poems and expression! I hope all of you are well!

Creative outlet day 3 - Crow comic! This fuckin guy.. This fuckin crow.. Always bustin my balls on the way to class! 

Hope it’s a good Monday for y’all! Enjoy, Flannel Seagulls!

Creative outlet day 3 - Crow comic! This fuckin guy.. This fuckin crow.. Always bustin my balls on the way to class!

Hope it’s a good Monday for y’all! Enjoy, Flannel Seagulls!

Creative Outlet Day 2. 

This poem was written in light of a thought I had a few weeks ago. My only goal in life is to laugh. That’s all I want to do. Who agrees?

Anyways! Just a reminder but this is day two of Flannel Seagulls going full original content again. No more reblogs, sorry! Look forward to the first comic I’ve done in months tomorrow :3 many more to come after!

Creative Outlet Day 2.

This poem was written in light of a thought I had a few weeks ago. My only goal in life is to laugh. That’s all I want to do. Who agrees?

Anyways! Just a reminder but this is day two of Flannel Seagulls going full original content again. No more reblogs, sorry! Look forward to the first comic I’ve done in months tomorrow :3 many more to come after!

Day 1 Creative Outlet. Transitioning into strictly OC again.

Day 1 Creative Outlet. Transitioning into strictly OC again.

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Ien Levin

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