Hinata, always full of glee, and sprite. But what if he had a hobby consisting of attention, and focus? A hobby, that allows him to express emotions, easily with just the tip of a pencil, or the paint on a brush. His sensei told him that he has a lo...
Im honestly exhausted from the past few days, he has been torturing me, for eight hours after practice. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. And by 'he' i meant the literal devil, AKA my sensei. Although I started to focus more, was eight hours really appropriate. I would greatly appreciate it if my sensei could cut my eight hour lessons to four hours. But it was no surprise to hear he wouldn't budge. But, on the bright side, he let me either sleep or skip class, and just record what he said. Obviously i got protests from some of the others, but who cares? I get two free periods, that I definitely deserve after my eight hours of hell every day.
Afternoon practice ended, and now, i had to go back to hell, to meet with the devil, once more. Of course, I enjoy drawing, but sometimes, your brain can tire itself. I made way to that sadistic mans office. He loves to see me in pain, i swear i see a spark in his eye each time I groan at my tired wrist. But today was a little different. It wasn't the hellish copy and paste art i did for the past week, since he lacked the phone or a photo.
"Sensei?"
"Ah, hello Hinata. Today will be a little different, since i enjoyed the poem you submitted today. Very detailed, it was beautiful."
"Ah, arigato sensei!" Hinata bowed.
Sensei chuckled. "So, since your poem was amazing, i want you to draw, a detailed picture to match the poem."
"Oh, that doesn't sound to hard."
"Yes, I'm giving you a break today, since you've been working hard on your art."
"Arigato Sensei"
I internally sighed in relief, thank ASAHI that I finally have a nice relaxing task! And i know, what i have to draw is detailed, but who cares!? Having to draw a detailed background like a park or shopping center, perfectly, 3 times, makes this look like a crumb compared to a loaf of bread.
I figured i should get started, the less time i take, the more i can sleep. I mumbled my poem under my breath.
The old crow is getting slow The young crow is not. Of what the young crow does not know The old crow knows a lot At knowing things The old crow is still the young crows master What does the old crow not know? How to go faster The young crow flies above, below and rings around the slow old crow What does the fast young crow not know? — where to go!
(Auther unkown)
I decided to draw a picture of two crows, perched on the same branch.
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It took me 2 hours to finish, and sensei seemed to like it. But after that incident, my teacher has started to make me write a poem, and illustrate my words onto a page. It doesn't bother me, in fact, I've always found ease in writing poems.
The last poem i wrote was called A Winter Song
She was the song, In a chorus— unheard. You were the summer In her winter of verse.
Yours was the melody She wanted to learn; It clung to her lips, In silence it yearned.
It seems as though now, You forgot every word; In a field full of flowers, She was the first.
There once was a song You reminded her of— She no longer longs, Yet still loves.
(Lang Leav)
It appears that sensei likes reading my poems, since he always makes me write them, but for this poem, this is what i drew
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(Pretend the girls shoes are blue and the boys red.)
I decided to start a poetry book, where i can write down anything that comes to mind. I can also use it for doodles, and drawing ideas! I've had the book since last year, when my mom gave it to me as a birthday present. But, at least my creative writing will improve!
