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Book Coloring.

As of late, I’ve been seeing a really cool trend erupt.  One I have no name for and can only describe as “book coloring” or “blackout book coloring” both of which yield no helpful search results as far as Google is concerned…great.  As shown in the photo I have attached below, you take any book of your choosing and make your own phrases out of the already published work.

How interesting?  To be so moved by someone else’s work that you would like to use their words to create something of your own.  Conversely, how interesting to be so unmoved by a previously published work that you’d want to deface the book and make it something of your own.  Either way I find this trend completely fascinating as the possibilities are endless.  You can say however much or little as you’d like and the outcome is only dictated by the content already on the page as well as your own imagination.

Thoughts?  Would you deface a book for artistic purposes?  I for one would love to try this out.  Think about it…how many of us have books our professors make us buy that we probably will never look at again after college?  All of us.  And how many times is the return to the bookstore or the post on Amazon not even worth the effort?  Frequently.  See what you can dig up and get back to me, I’d love to see more of this happening.

I found this on http://www.tumblr.com and while I do not know the origins of the photo or by who’s hand the book was colored, I absolutely love this.

As always, I am RJ and if you’re anything like me you’ve strayed from this blog for a while.  If this is your first time here, welcome, and if you’re a repeat offender, welcome back, it’s nice to see you again.

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Anxious. (September 11, 2012)

“Come on, I’m anxious,” you said,

and we walked.

If only you knew how anxious you make me.

How long I lie awake at night,

memories rolling like waves through my consciousness

until the sound finally puts me to sleep.

Sleep. Ha.

Just when I think I’ll find relief…

a place where my mind can escape, rest,

but you continue to haunt me, unknowingly.

So there you are.

When I wake – a dream standing before me,

When I sleep – a nightmare destined to break my heart.

I need to learn to shy from your touch.

Your intention is not to hurt me, I know it.

Your touch doesn’t sting on contact,

but it lingers,

Sinks beneath the surface and travels through me,

Eventually finding its way to the depths of my heart,

It constricts the beating,

Which constricts my breathing,

So I am being quite literal when I say,

You kill me.

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Honesty. (May 15, 2012)

I want to reach out to you, if that’s okay?

I want to dance back and forth

with our words flowing freely.

Lines upon lines

and laughing,

yours so sweet, delicate,

mine nervous.

You make me nervous.

But I can’t keep starting these dances if you will not return the movements with ease.

I can tell you are straining,

I can tell for you it seems forced.

So tell me.

I want to hold you.

Why can’t I hold you?

I should never have told you

How I feel.

Now I’m embarrassed,

passionate about nothing,

sad for no reason,

we are nothing,

we are friends.

But I want to hold you.

I want to make you mine.

But I will never have you.

I will never hold you.

You cannot hold someone in your grasp when their spirit is so free.

You’re disconnected.

In touch with the world as it is.

The extras don’t matter to you,

but they’re the only things that keep me connected to you when I’m away.

If you could pick up my notebook

and read the words I’ve written about you

you’ll either fall in love with me or have me committed.

Well, I am crazy.

Crazy about you,

about what we could be,

so commit me,

or better yet, commit to me.

Hand me your heart, I promise I’ll hold it.

And I’ll keep it.

Safe from anyone with an acid touch.  You know the kind.

Touches that create holes,

leave cracks,

grasping so tightly all I can do is lose it.

My cool.  I’ve lost my cool.

Don’t let me lose you too.

You don’t even know yet what I could do for you.

What I would do for you.

I told you honestly

that honesty is my favorite of policies

and honestly my honesty

is making me tell you things

and ask you things, my heart is seeking your answers.

I don’t get you.

Maybe you’re not right for me

because they say if you’re chasing and getting nowhere

eventually you have to know when to walk away with your dignity.

And if I walk away and you don’t come after me,

my heart gets its most important answer.  Honestly.

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