a bitter silence fills the room
stenched with heavy unforgiving doom
eyes blank, fixed on a cold distance
for once with a beady dark resistance

If you can survive me
I beg you to revive me

Like a Summer Plum- YKK

when finally the time had come,
blossomed like a summer plum,
so ripe the memories of yesterday
fallen fruit, ready to decay

fear not the over ripened fruit
for inside is the treasured loot,
when patience eats away the meat

inside a precious longed for treat

a seed is left, of all doubt bare
awakened by the sunlight's glare
slowly buried, grain by grain

yearning for a promised rain

Happy Colors? -Painted by Matab Brahimi

Drops of Red - Painted by Matab Brahimi (Medium: Acrylic)

America the Ugly - By Matab Brahimi

America the Ugly

We live in a country controlled not by government, but corporations. You don’t have to believe in conspiracy theories to see this. You get your paycheck…how much of it are you really getting? How much are you paying for food, for rent, taxes, gas, OBJECTS? OBJECTS that are commercialized in front of your eyes every day.

You watch tv and there are the commercials, you drive and there are the huge billboards. Who owns the supermarkets, the stores, the “land”? It’s a vicious never ending cycle, and in the end you’re a slave. The only difference is that you are made to believe you are NOT a slave. They tell you you are a human with freedom and “choice” and opinions. What do you wear? What do you eat? How do you act? Chances are you dress in styles that are portrayed as “fashionable”, or “suitable” for your gender/class/status. You eat what you are told is a “healthy” meal or what you are told is “delicious”. You act in a manner that will let others know who you are…who they make you think you should be.

How valuable are YOU, as a human? Well, in today’s world it depends. Do you have an iPhone? A Macbook perhaps? A BMW? A spacious house whose property tax is more than rent would be? You are what you have, or what others see you have. You are trained to judge people a certain way. Someone sits next to you…You check out their shoes, their manicure, their phone, their clothes, this must be someone valuable because they are a slave who contributes more.

Do you even know what is in your food? In the “vaccines” that they tell you are so mandatory? Do you have any idea how doctors are trained, and what the pharmaceutical companies are all about? Do you know who makes your clothes? Who owns all the companies that you end up feeding the paycheck you worked so hard for right back to?? You might think it’s a cluster of companies, but in the end there is just one huge mother company…one huge corporation whose only goal is making money off of you and nothing else.

All these terms: Autism, ADHD, Bipolar disorder, Schizophrenia, Cancer, Alzheimer’s… We are made to believe that there is no cure and they are in the GENES. Yet all these disorders are simply either a biochemical imbalance or symptoms of a body filled with TOXINS. TOXINS they feed you.

Diet Sodas, Sugar-free, Fat-free, “Natural”, “Low Sodium”, “Low Fat”…Read the ingredients, Nothing but chemicals with unrecognizable names. If you researched each and every single ingredient, you would find nothing but lists of side effects they cause…You are eating nothing but drugs disguised as foods. Preservatives that actually preserve YOU after you die. That’s right, you won’t even have a normal natural death, your body won’t decompose like it should.

Even our free time…we are told WHAT to do. Come home from a cubicle and into another cube you call a “home”, pick up your mail, your bills, some ads…take a shower and watch some tv with some more commercials, read that new book that everyone is raving about, maybe go to that restaurant…That small new restaurant, that will probably go bankrupt in about 6 months.

Come sleep time…Sleep on that mattress, the size that you are “supposed” to have, in the pajamas you are “supposed” to wear, pop that pill that will “help” you sleep…Wakeup and drink that coffee that is supposed to “wake you up”…. What you don’t know is that unless you realize how you are living you will never wake up. You will live a dead life, as a slave. At least slaves back in the day knew they were slaves and had a goal and dream of being free… Today’s world is even worst… You/We are made/forced/conditioned/trained/controlled into thinking we are free and that our lifestyle is our choice.

Big deal, we get to vote for one out of two presidents who will probably end up doing the same things and going into the same wars anyway. Who funds these campaigns? What are they getting out of it? What is behind the martial law? Was there really a flu epidemic or or was it just to sell YOU the vaccine and make money off of YOU and make YOU panic and make YOU more submissive and a more obedient slave for what is more to come.

Drink 8 glasses of water a day, it’s good for you. Do you have any idea what is in your water? Even bottled water, even filtered water… Chemicals that don’t have ANY purpose…Chemicals that make you easily distracted…distracted to watch and buy and work and eat and live a life of a dumbfounded slave who has been stuck with chemicals and toxins. These chemicals don’t keep the water cleaner, they don’t disinfect it, they have NO PURPOSE, NONE but to make your mind easier to control and convince.

Do your research, wake up and smell REALITY, wakeup and look around you, this is EARTH, this is not America, Do you see lines on the ground separating the borders of states? Of countries? Is there really someone who owns where you are standing sitting right now? Who owns YOU? Who are you REALLY? Well, to the corporations you are your social security number…That’s right, your SSN is nothing but a label that is exchanged and bought and sold on the stock market. Look up what you are worth. A LABEL, like the one on the back of the cereal you eat every morning. You are nothing but a number, until you wake up and value yourself for who you really are and what you are capable of.

Along the Bank---- Painted by Matab Brahimi

Delusional Fantasy--- By Matab Brahimi

Delusional Fantasy

I watch her life play from afar, like a video.
Sometimes she looks my way.
I used to scream for her to notice me but now my voice is hoarse and I know it can't be heard. It's against the rules, against the laws, against them.
It's hard to decide whether today I will watch her or sleep.
She is me, but she lives on the other side.
The side where they breathe and walk about so repetitively.
I live through her sad eyes and sometimes she let's me sleep in the corner of her mind, the dark corner, but not for long.
I see through her tears, transparent.
How could she not know? Maybe if I scream again...
I know when she smiles and does not mean it, and I known when she puts on an act.
How well she acts.
She forgets me for days at a time, but when it rains.
Oh, when it rains.
She is happy I am there, a spectator on the other side.
Barefoot and carefree, she doesn't care that I envy her from the other side.
She thinks I'm her nightmare, her worst fear.
What she doesn't know is that I am her and she, me.

PROCRASTINATION, MY DISEASE -------By Matab Brahimi

PROCRASTINATION, MY DISEASE

She throws a soft blanket on me
when there's work to be done
warms me up and lays me down
in a web of excuses she spun

When my alarm goes off
She quickly hits the "snooze"
tucks me in then whispers,
sleep is all you'll lose

Whenever I am overwhelmed
She is always there
to make me forget my to-do's
and live NOW without a care

I thought she was there to save me
and help me through the rough
but time and time again
She proved herself a bluff

"Tomorrow" is her favorite word
But when tomorrow's here
Procrastination, my disease,
is quick to disappear

Snail Vs. Email ...By Matab Brahimi

SNAIL VS EMAiL

snail vs. email
tortoise vs. hare
technology...
is just another snare

email me, text me,
give me a call
in my memory
it won't install

I want a letter
the old fashioned kind
inscribed on paper,
inscribed on mind

I want a letter
that i can clutch
cuz you can't smell texts
and feel an email much

So write it up
WITH A PEN
sign it and fold it
and THEN :

lick it, stamp it
give it to the snail
and I promise you
your letter WILL prevail

^_^

Snow White's Apple

Snow White's Apple

A trap, it's set
and this I know
But still its there,
A dressed up foe

I do not stare,
IT stares at me
and shines in light
of appealing plea

Beware of red
A Nature's sign
To back away
While there's still time

But sense of time
has disappeared
and still it's there
just like I feared

~

...Poem to be continued

More Picture Editing, Before and After

Just more amazing things you can do with photoshop. The cabin, trail, and pond were edited out of different pictures.

Picture Editing Vs. Original Untamperred Photo's

Before all the technological advances artistic talents were very simply recognized; A painter, a sculpturer, a photographer, even a cook. Looking more specifically at "photography", it has become a divided territory. You have the traditional photographers that believe a good photograph can only be one that is produced by the raw talents of the eye. In other words, let me see how good of a photograph you can take without Photoshop. Then you have the layed back photographers who quickly snap pics because they can "just edit them later".
What you can do with a photograph nowadays is amazing...anyone with an image editing program and access to some YouTube how-to video's can wrap up a pretty decent pic. below is an example of a picture I edited with photoshop (A sloppy edit). But will you look at the difference? Notice that on the right the grass is greener, sky is bluer, the light pole is taken out, the electric lines are gone...From a real estate point of view the picture on the right would bring more buyers in then the picture on the left, a LOT more. Although this kind of editing is more technical then creative, a traditionalist would have a pretty rough time trying to find a good angle of a place such as this. There simply is no good angle.
















So the question of the day is, what type of photographer is considered an "Artist" so to speak? And what incentive does a traditional photographer have against his/her rising competition that uses image editing software? Personally I think both types of photographers are Artists in their own sense. A traditional photographer who has a good eye does not guarantee the same talent using image editing. The two seem to be two separate talents. Then the question rises: how "talented" is a learned editor? Is art learned or are you born an artist? Perhaps there is an undiscovered gene for creativity besides environmental factors. A butterfly effect of questions... And it all boils down to the same question: How is an artist defined? Besides the Oxford Dictionary definition... I mean, most of us have access to learning "art" but how many of us have the passion, the drive, the itching feeling to express ourselves in a socially acceptable outlet? Painting, writing, cooking, creating, expressing...even talking is an art. :)

PEEK A BOO... I DON'T SEE YOU - By Matab Brahimi

a childish dream
a rampant thought
a war lost sorely
but all the same fought

a drop of blood
once fresh and round
now dried and dark
in hard confusion bound

like a heavy chain
left alone to rust
in the blazing sun
collecting thoughts of dust

the sun will always rise
...rise with stubborn defeat
teasing with its warmth
the moon in a shadow of retreat

I yearn not for the warmth
but for the lights embrace
like a tangled yarn
its path impossible to trace

a drop of blood...
in its youthful fame once wet
a drop of blood...
now dry and dark with regret

white foamy waves
engulfing repressed sand
over and over...and over
till the thought itself turns bland

this day holds truths
this very moment is pure
so concentrated that the mind
can any pain endure...

to be positive to be negative
to be is just to be
unrecognized are the signals
only in reaction is true glee

tonight the moon
no longer lingers about
no longer follows in the shade
in enmity and doubt

with a twist of the neck
and a steady stare
a wry smile creeps slowly

I'm no longer there

"All I remember are the roses" - Painting and Poem by Matab Brahimi

“All I remember are the roses”

A funeral, a wedding…

I really don’t recall

A black dress, or a white dress

Doesn’t ring a bell at all

It was sunny, it was cloudy

Either one will do

It was morning time… no evening

Not sure which is true

If there was laughter, perhaps silence

My ears just heard a buzz

Were they dancing? Or just standing…

To me, It’s all a fuzz

When I try to think…to remember

My memory decomposes

But one thing is for sure,

All I remember are the roses

Science + Art = Harmony?

Some people are surprised sometimes that I'm both a science buff and an Art fanatic. What they don't realize is that there is so much in common between science and art. The overall aesthetic appeal in most paintings is due to a very fundamental science principal. Take for example center of mass in science and the concept of negative and positive space in art. The placement of objects and colors used in specific places in art is almost like an artistic equation playing in the artists head. Squishing trees and flowers in one corner of a canvas and leaving the rest empty almost bothers the onlooker. It doesn't look right, almost as if something very uneven and wrong is happening in the painting. If, however one balances the colors and placement of objects, the overall appearance of the painting will be much more aesthetically pleasing. Take a look at the pictures below. The black dot in the middle is the center of mass in the first picture, around it are various weights that stabilize the center of mass.



Simply put, if those masses where actually there, that center would be perfectly balanced and would not hover about. You're probably wondering how in the WORLD does that relate to painting? Well take a closer look at the picture below. If those masses represented color concentration instead of mass, a painting would be perfectly balanced thus very pleasing to an observer. The process is a lot more complicated, us humans are attracted to balance and symmetry. Scientifically beauty does not lie in the standards of a culture or society's representations of beauty, but in the symmetry of a face. There was a study done where babies where shown various faces. Astonishingly enough those babies stared longer at the more symmetrical faces. Aren't we all memorized by beauty?




I took the same picture above that has balanced masses and replaced it with relative color concentrations. Take a look at how balanced the painting seems to be...Your eyes are somehow drown to the center of the painting, even though there is nothing there!

Personally, I think there is great comfort in symmetry and balance. Whether it be in art, an equation, or a symmetrically furnished room. Comfort and security is sought after by most of us, and seeing such balance gives the appearance of everything being exactly in place *like it ought to be. Our lives aren't perfect, barely anything goes as planned, we are surprised by unexpected events at every turn of our lives... that's why it's nice to have that one perfectly balanced painting hanging on your wall somewhere for that bit of security and comfort that you know will always be there.

Art....There really is NO limit!

ART doesn't have to just hang on walls... The beauty of art lies in its diversity and versatility. This is an example of a painting I propped up on an empty top shelf. I have to admit this empty shelf has been begging me to fill it for a while now... it appears to be very thankful indeed : )
I often shy away from painting abstract paintings. There are several reasons for this. I feel like I am wasting canvas and not exercising my brain properly... It allows so much freedom that it leaves you stumbling of what colors to use or what to do with the space. ALTHOUGH, like most of my reasons for avoiding things, I have come around and started leaning more to the surreal abstract style of painting. I can't express how liberating it is to be able to splatter colors on an empty canvas and use brush strokes in whatever way you feel the moment calls for. Such a treat for the artistic hands to delve in. Although I will never paint too many in a row too often because I really feel like I need to keep in tune with my brush and keep the artistically technical part of my brain sharp.

Attempt at Landscape

You know, as much as artists hate to admit they worry about technicalities... I'm sure sometimes they can't help it. It's nice to embrace an artistic mistake now and again, but not to the extent where you start ignoring the technical difficulties you may come across.

Painting Painting on the Wall - Dedicated to Esmah Elchoum

painting painting
on the wall
how you remind
me of all
the things in life
that are so near
I took for granted
a friend so dear
said with mind in head
and heart in mind:
"A friend like you,
I'll never find"

~~ABOUT TIME!!~~

OCEAN- By Matab Brahimi

~
in every curl that sweeps the shore
lies a memory to restore
~
with every intense crash of a wave
lies a time to relish and crave
~
in each sparkle of reflecting light
is a faded dream aching to reignite
~
in each frothy bubble clinging to sand
pops a tear, not wanted not planned
~
rolling water, of shy waves glide
hinting at secrets, only nature can hide
~

Bleeding Sunflowers

Two of the very first of my watercolor paintings! I usually work in acrylic, it is my favorite medium but I wanted to go outside my comfort zone. I always daydreamed of painting a glass vase and have shied away from it, scared I would fail (amazing how fear of failure stops us from trying sometimes)...Well, I woke up one day and thought "Now is a better day then any to paint a glass vase". I have never thrown away a painting, thus my fear of something coming out horribly... Well, not so bad for a first try...although I was aiming for a more realistic look.
The sunflowers are called "Bleeding Sunflowers". I don't usually plan my paintings...I just pick up a brush and go for it. I also rarely paint from pictures or real life images... The outcome is more satisfying when it comes from my head and only that. The bleeding sunflowers, however, were an exception. I wanted to depict a personality and experience of a person very close to me, and also like a second mother to me. Every aspect of the sunflowers was planned, from the colors, to the placement and lighting.

You know, it's funny how relate-able to life painting is. Expanding one's knowledge in one area effects other areas you sometimes think were never related. For example working outside of my comfort zone (watercolor medium) really taught me a life long lesson. You see, when you work with acrylics and you make a mistake you can simply slap on more paint on top of the mistake and fix it very easily. With watercolor however, if one area is too dark then good luck trying to make it lighter and covering it up. You're probably wondering how this relates to real life situations, but it does. We don't always have to sugar coat everything and try to fix our mistakes. Sometimes we make mistakes in our life or things just happen that we don't plan. Instead of always sticking with our plans and goals, we should stop and take a hint now and then: Maybe we're not really supposed to force a goal or situation too much. If it is good, or meant to be then it will be without too much hardship. There just might be a blind spot you never saw if you did not make that mistake or rethink a goal in life. This is not to say that we shouldn't work hard to achieve a goal but sometimes we are so goal oriented that we do not consider anything else; which sometimes leads to a missed opportunity.

NEW ROOM!

I have a new room and ofcourse I couldn't leave ANYTHING unpainted! I was itching to paint my closet doors and my whole room. I couldn't bare the bland walls and very boring color of my closet doors...It was like seeing canvas unpainted, what an unbearable thought... After much thought I decided I wanted nature to be the theme in my room, with a little purple thrown in. You might think purple is a very girly color, or perhaps too kiddish and bubbly. But simply put, purple is just a combination of blue and red, probably the 2 top favorite colors. There are TONS of shades of purple, as I was reminded when I visited home depot. The worst shade: Barney Purple... a hue that is too bright, goes horribly with almost every color and is sick to the sight... Being an artist, it is not often I ridicule any color, let alone my favorite...But look up a picture of Barney and you will definitely know what I'm talking about.

I should have taken a picture of the wall I painted in my room before painting it. But here is what I did to that wall: I sanded down my closet doors (which were the same colors as the wood borders), after sanding I gave it 1 coat of black wood finish. I painted an extending branch of a cherry blossom tree. I can't explain in words how liberating it felt to paint those branches; I could barely keep up with my paintbrush and out of my excitement I didn't bother to step back and see the progress of the painting. It was a one shot kind of thing.

That purple vase, which I love, I found at a garage sale for only $2 ! What a deal huh? It didn't look that way when I found it though. It was in fact very hideous (boy, I feel like a critic today). It was a green...a puke green color, yuk. I spray painted it purple and painted curly q's on it in the semi-arabesque style which I love love love. I don't know why the whole world doesn't use spray paint, it is so versatile, cheap, and it works miracles on unattractive objects in literally seconds. The leaves on that vase are fake, from a dollar store (Yes, I'm on a budget). I spray painted those purple and lilac. What a makeover, they went from looking cheap to exotic and elegant. See...Purple doesn't have to look girly or childish, you just have to know how to work the color and choose the right shades.

If you think I'm done, you are SO wrong. I barely got started with my room. I'm still waiting for a nice sunny beautiful day so I can air the paint when I finish. The rest of my walls still haven't decided what kind of outfits they want to wear, they take longer then me to decide (not the best of my jokes). I'm waiting for that beautiful day, and I am positive when that day soon comes I will find the inspiration for what to paint on my other walls. Maybe an ocean wave...maybe more arabesque designs...who knows!?
Stay tuned for more...that is if anyone is reading this : )

Lights, Paints, Brushes....ACTION!

I'm trying to experiment and go out of my comfort zone when it comes to painting...I love painting flowers, but I took a shot at the more abstract surreal look. I'm starting to love that rustic brush stroke look. I also stopped blending my colors so much and trying to perfect my palette. squeeze the paints out, give it a whirl, slap it on the canvas, and VWALA!

The first painting I was trying to work with textures. That painting has tons of layers. Believe it or not it started out as a huge sunflower, then I decided to make it a sunset, then I noticed the beautiful texture I was getting from overlapping layer over layer of acrylic paint....so I went with a more 17th century dark romantic hopeful look. As you can see some flowers are wilting, yet there is that one Calla Lily stretching towards the light. My goal was to give the message of hope after despair. Enlightenment after tragedy perhaps? A bit ironic, I know, but all the same I'm happy with the results of stepping outside my comfort zone when it comes to painting! It's not just with painting by the way, when you step out of your comfort zone and get good results it's a reinforcer and really encourages you to think outside the box and step outside your comfort zone in other aspects of your life.
Cheers Mates!

Selling Art....Not So easy

Starving Artists, those words always seem to be paired...
I recently started selling some paintings on ebay, if I want to make real green (pun intended) I need to step it up and work faster.
The hardest part of painting is knowing when to stop, because you can just keep going and going and going and going and .....you get the point
I realized, simplicity leaves so much room for the onlookers imagination....sometimes it's good to leave the details out!
It's so much harder then I thought, I promised myself I wouldn't spend more than half an hour on a painting...and let me tell you, it is a promise hard to keep
It's so tempting to add a bit of this and tid of that...and some watercolor accents and some ink...but most times it's best not to....
I never thought I'd say this and I'm by no means comparing myself to Picasso, but I finally understand Picasso's paintings...

Flower Valley, Charming or Cheesy???

My niche or "thing" when it comes to painting is mostly flowers, and it's always about the center of flowers for me. I probably spend 4 hours on the center of a flower then barely half an hour on the rest.
This is my second attempt at landscape and the first attempt at a "valley of flowers" for me. Being the artist and looking at my own paintings takes time...You really have to detach yourself from the painting in order to really critique it. Most of us try to hold ourselves on a high pedestal and overestimate our work.
Truthfully, I'm not tooo impressed by this painting... It does look a bit "cheesy" if you must, to me.
Any opinions??? (from the couple of readers that rarely read my blog?? :)
I might end up bribing a few family and friends on here...
*note

Is this as good as it gets?

Like writer's block, sometimes I get "artist's block"...
It's not so much technical...just the question of "what would make it better"
I realized this chalk (dry pastel) piece is not going to get any better, so I cut the painting and it's now just the center of the blue flower.
I realized whatever I draw around it, the Pièce de résistance is still the center...so why go any further??
Sometimes settling for less only give you more.

Got Writer's Block...?

From a poem I previously wrote:

Blank Paper - by Matab Brahimi

Blank paper, how you nerve me so
Ink that only yearns to show
A scribble, a dot, a concrete thought
It's what my nimble fingers sought.
A word, a sentence, a one-of-a-kind
A line, a runway for my mind
An empty space, a chance to express
Memories, confessions,
and thoughts of distress
O edgy letters, and soft-spoken words
Fill up this blank paper
and ease my nerves.

Stop the talk, pick up the Chalk!

How I missed blending the dry dusty pigments and luring them into the design of my desire!
You just can't go wrong with chalk, literally. What I love love love about chalk is that you can ALWAYS add contrast and depth. This is great for beginners because they're usually a bit timid with the bright colors. With chalk you can gradually build up to that perfect contrast that pleases your artistic heart.

As you can clearly see from the picture, I'm not done abusing my chalks into submission. I'm still not sure what to add after I'm done with the flower...Maybe a contrasting bright red rose in the corners? That might be too loud...perhaps a pale washed out depressing yellow that will make the blue look stunning...

Finally...Painting again!

I haven't picked up a brush in a while.
This is my first try at landscape...I have yet to tweak it and put the finishing dry brushing touches on. Done in my favorite medium, Acrylic!
(fairly small, I didn't want to ruin my big canvas)

Marshmallows and War Analysis

Many people who have read this poem came across some confusion...
without giving it all away here are hints to get your mind working
The father in this poem represents the leader of a nation
the son...the government
the mother...the people of the nation
the twigs... the soldiers
"twigs from the neighbors yard"...minority soldiers still being discriminated against

I hope that's enough to figure the poem out... : )

Marshmallows and War

Marshmallows and War

The best fires are the one’s you start yourself, son
Doesn’t matter what starts it
You get that wood, you stack that wood, get em young
Toss em in that pile, keep them in line
Blow on the fire, son

The wood…the fire aint important son
Remember all you gotta keep thinking of is that marshmallow
Keep your eyes on that marshmallow son
If you need more wood, you get them neighbor’s twigs that fell in our yard
They aint ours, but they’ll do
Get the young one’s, son
They burn easy, they take that fire good

If you’re momma asks you son
You tell her we need to keep warm
Don’t tell your momma about the marshmallows son
You tell your momma we need this here wood
We need to keep warm son… and aint that true son
Don’t you feel nice and warm, son?
You’re a good son, you stay that way

Now look here son
This marshmallow here is all that matters
You wanna melt it nice, but don’t burn it
Look how I’m turning it son…just nice and slow
Look how relaxed I am son

There’s only one marshmallow son
Sorry son
This hear marshmallow is mines
Go clean up that burnt wood boy

Color Me Red, Autumn by-Matab Brahimi

(This poem is dedicated to Esmah Elchoum, who besides being an inspiration inspired me to write this poem)

Color Me Red, Autumn

~

~

Color me red

and tickle my sight

Let your leaves shed

accents of sunrise light

~

Dance leaves dance

and embrace the breeze

Boast the seasons prance

of the shedding trees

~

O rooted mother

let your little ones go

Next years another

new season, new show

~

Orange burnt, Yellow bold

a warning, for the next

season of bitter cold

and snowflake fest

The Unfinished and Unedited Poem Called Senioritis - By Matab Brahimi

(note: This was a poem I wrote in my senior year of highschool...it's supposed to be humerous and yes that long thing is the title, wink)

The Unfinished And Unedited Poem Called Senioritis

This poem is dedicated to the following:

To all of you out there,
Who, sometime around December,
Something plagued their lives
And they're too lazy to remember

To those who cringe
From the word procrastination
And wake up at two p.m.
Because sleep is their salvation

To all those naggers
Who drag their feet and say,
"What homework?...oh that,
I'll do it some other day..."

This is for those who promise
To get things done
And instead shrug it off
Because "it's not fun"

This is for those slackers who just heard
The paper is due
Who see it in their agenda everyday,
Yet they had "no clue"

For those up all night
Staring at a computer screen
Typing up that report
while gulping down gallons of caffeine

This is for you seniors
Who hit snooze countless times
(uhh...I'm just writing this
So it rhymes)

This is for...
(The author of this poem
Is taking a break
And promises to finish
Once Awake....................)

Ticky Ticky - By Matab Brahimi

Tick Ticky Tick
a timely trick
a day has gone by
without so much a flick

Tick Ticky Tock
o what a shock
a year has passed
cursed be this clock

Ticky Ticky Tee
how fast this clock be
I want to sue time
and set myself free

Tack Ticky Tack
I just lost track
to bad you can't rewind
and get this life back

Social Flower - Painted by Matab Brahimi

I bet you're wondering about the title of this painting...
Look at this painting and decide which rose is your favorite
**

The pink flower (The first most people notice) represents those who are leaders, yet act on impulse...The pink flower is the only one that shows as a whole and is very in-ur-face..poww! do this..do that..straight forward, a good characteristic for leaders
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The Blue flower represents those who are good at following directions, yet sometimes just go with the flow too much, without stating exactly what they think should be done...This rose is blue, a color most people like to say they like, so its a safe bet and it doesn't stand out tooo much which gives the blue rose some comfort.
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The Yellow rose...all the way back there is the most...unique. It's not noticeable at first. It's part of the group but it does not follow nor lead...It merely exists and awaits its acknowledgement of existence. It has such a streak of uniqueness and if you look at it long enough you'll see its beauty. It's carefree...Doesn't care whether the pink and blue flowers are up in front of it...It's quiet and silent and only protests when needed.

Blank Paper - by Matab Brahimi

Blank paper, how you nerve me so
Ink that only yearns to show
A scribble, a dot, a concrete thought
It's what my nimble fingers sought.
A word, a sentence, a one-of-a-kind
A line, a runway for my mind
An empty space, a chance to express
Memories, confessions,
and thoughts of distress
O edgy letters, and soft-spoken words
Fill up this blank paper
and ease my nerves.