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[yellowhippo]

Tangay ng Hangin - February 21,2024

11:23 - 11:29 AM

Ano nga ba ang halaga ng pisong may bigat Kumpara sa isang libo na kay daling liparin ng hangin. Sa panahon ngayon ay mas matimbang ang magaan Kumpara sa bagay na mas mayroong tunay na bigat.

Nagpapaalipin sa salaping tinatangay lang ng hangin. Ganyan na ngayon ang batayan ng halaga ng pagkatao. Kahit ano pang ang bigat ng iyong pinapasan, Lahat iyon ay maglalaho sa isang bulong ng hangin.

Bulong na nagtataglay ng kapalarang libo-libo ang kapalit. Bulong na hehelehin ka sa kumpas ng paghihirap. Bulong na bawat pantig ay iyong bibilangin ng walang katapusan. Bulong na bawat hinga ay nagdadala sayo papalapit sa hukay.

Mapapatanong ka nalang sa hangin. Ano nga ba ang halaga ng pisong may bigat Kumpara sa isang libo na kay daling liparin ng hangin?

[yellowhippo]

Fourth Quarter of 2023. [December]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art…i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

some months may not have some works done as i am either too busy with work or life was too much at this time that i could not even use words or colors to paint my life and show you what was happening.

thus, i think i failed at this challenge of mine to have something up at least once a month? or maybe i still got my challenge done since i had something up here at least every 3 months?

idk. but...yeah. some months may be empty like this one.

[yellowhippo]

Fourth Quarter of 2023. [November]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art…i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

The Killing Kind - November 16

Is part of a writing challenge: The Eternal Sleeping Beauty

❝ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀is the kind of land ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀that only knows ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀of days gone morose.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀is darkly grand - ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀gore and glory ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀is the heard story.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙? ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀One who stand ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀with broken wings ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀and tons of shillings.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀is the kind of band ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀playing with thorns ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀and growing horns.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀is the new brand ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀for goods like you ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀to turn askew.

Or better yet, if you do not want to fret, turn a deaf ear to these unlove language because 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 has spread on earth and 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖊. ❞

Withering Blossoms - November 17

Is a part of a writing prompt: The Eternal Sleeping Beauty

❝ 𝒜 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀to a world I have carefully crafted ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀and painted with such gentle strokes.

𝒜 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀all sixteen petals crumpling and distorting ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀as thorns prick at me beyond my broken vase.

𝒜 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀as the weight of the killing kind ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀pulls me down to the land of tainted souls.

𝒜 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀as I choose to have the most selfish desire ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀to wake and live in a new unblemished realm.

𝒜 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀as a new seed is placed in the softest soils ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀and is kept warm by the freshest chasm.

𝒜 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀as the bud grows into a new flowerette, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀a new beauty that wakes when the sun rises.

𝒜 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀as the budding flower reaches its full bloom ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀to be shaped and molded into the perfect cadette.

𝒜 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀and its memories that shall remain ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀in the hearts of those who lived.

𝒜 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀as the night overtakes ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀and befall my future of seeing the new world. ❞

[yellowhippo]

Fourth Quarter of 2023. [October]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art…i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant

Mirage - October 1 12:34 - 12:36pm

When the skies and the seas collide, it creates a mirage-like bomb drowning one sense one after the other until your whole being is sucked in a different universe.

*inspiration: https://www.facebook.com/watch?v=1252711348941922

Ilalim ng Ulan - October 24 1:27 - 1:30

Minsan nais ko lang tumayo sa ilalim ng bumubuhos na ulan. Walang payong o kapote, Normal na pananamit lang, Habang ang mukha'y nakatingala. Mga mata'y nakapikit. Tulo ng mga luha, 'Di mapagkaiba sa tulo ng ulan. Tapos humihinga lang ng malalim Hanggang sa gumaan ang loob.

Minsan nais ko lang tumayo sa ilalim ng bumubuhos na ulan...

[yellowhippo]

Third Quarter of 2023. [September]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art…i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

some months may not have some works done as i am either too busy with work or life was too much at this time that i could not even use words or colors to paint my life and show you what was happening.

thus, i think i failed at this challenge of mine to have something up at least once a month? or maybe i still got my challenge done since i had something up here at least every 3 months?

idk. but...yeah. some months may be empty like this one.

[yellowhippo]

Third Quarter of 2023. [August]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art…i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

Atlantis - August 28

6:17 - 6:22pm

The muted waves call out to me beckoning me to leave everything and come home to Atlantis.

But I can do nothing but be because being still is the only thing while I'm away from Atlantis.

Oh how my feet stay dry while my eyes they cry for I long for my home, oh Atlantis.

In the city I see the sky but I always ask the big why. Why am I not in Atlantis?

The muted waves, my silent cries. How I long for my home, oh Atlantis.

But I can do nothing but be because being still is the only thing while I'm away from Atlantis.

(no title) - August 30 Small sketchpad + Oil Pastel

Fire Ink - August 31

12:20 - 12:25pm

I've bled enough ink that's there's nothing else to think because just like that in a blink, everything's gone down the sink.

It's like my power's long gone, as if my mission is done. All of the thoughts have run after I fired my creative gun.

(no title) - August 31

[yellowhippo]

Third Quarter of 2023. [July #2]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art…i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

Bumubulong na Ilaw - July 17

9:14 - 9:16pm

Sa likod ng bumubulong na ilaw ay ang pagasa ng makinang na bukas. Nagaantay lamang sa unti-unting paghilaw sa ating hardin ang mga prutas.

Lingering Fear - July 18

5:17 - 5:19pm

The fear from yesterday still lingers and dampens the clear skies with footprints of gray clouds.

Against The Stars - July 18

7:27 - 7:30pm

She's a girl caged by the stars. Her faith revolves around the elements. Her days are filled with begging for the signs.

What can she do? She's just a girl caged by the stars.

He's the boy fighting the stars. His faith goes against the elements. His days are filled with rejoicing against every sign.

What can he do? He's a boy waging a war against the stars.

He's just a boy, Against every star That's caging his heart, Caging her.

(no title) - July 18

Small sketchpad + Oil Pastel

[yellowhippo]

Third Quarter of 2023. [July]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art…i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

Dragon Eyes - July 3

11:30 - 11:34am

It's always those with dragon eyes that leaves me with silent cries. Out of pain or out of too much happiness, all I know is I get sucked in a spiral that's endless.

I don't know what to make of everything. But the dragon eyes are better than nothing. At least the eyes are something.

It's always those with dragon eyes that I think I found a possession so prized. Leave me in pain or even happiness, all I know is I get sucked in a spiral that's endless.

Just because of those dragon eyes…

(reading Alternative Alamat) - July 6

12:57 - 1:00pm

To be lost in a world of fantasy, In a land of realms holding my history Is an experience to behold.

A land full of stories from up above And whispers of rumors from down below, Everything is a story left untold.

Living in the present, I dive and breath the trees As I read and digest every word in bold.

Ulan - July 9

5:32 - 5:38pm

Mula sa iilang pag patak Ay unti-unting bumuhos Ang musika na hehele. Karangyaan kung isipin. 'Di lahat ay nabiyayaan Ng pusong gaya niya. Ang pagluha ng ulap? Tila ba'y nalulunod Sa ligayang dala Ng mabigat na alapaap.

(no title) - July 13

Small sketchpad + Oil Pastel

[yellowhippo]

Friends are like stars - July 19, 2016

[old poems - 2016 edition]

Friends are like stars. They come and they go, but the ones that stay are the ones that glow.

[yellowhippo]

Second Quarter of 2023. [June]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art...i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

Bereft Soul - June 7

10:25 - 10:30am

No longer jittery, She resigned herself in misery. All that's left Is a soul bereft. She's had enough And is tired to be tough. It's a slumber so deep, Days and days to be asleep. That's all she wants And hope someone grants.

Cross Roads - June 8

8:22 - 8:23pm

Just when I was feeling defeated and close to letting go, The in between comes, leading me to crossroads. Just when I thought my journey was ending...

[yellowhippo]

Second Quarter of 2023. [May]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art...i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

The Color Red - May 1

12:11 - 12:20

I despise the color red but no matter how much I want it gone, it will always be the color red.

The rainbow starts with the color red thus it cannot be set aside for my personal hatred because the rainbow is not complete without the color red.

Fire is always associated with hues of the color red, an element used to represent passion and warmth which is why life cannot be life if not for the color red.

The color red is merely just that. The color, red.

Nothing more, nothing less. Just a color. Red.

I may wake up without the color red. But the color itself would still exist, just not named the color red.

I may despise the color red but even if I want it gone, it would not cease to be the color red.

The color red is merely just that. Just a color. Red.

Lil’ Canary - May 7

Small sketchpad + Oil Pastel

[yellowhippo]

Second Quarter of 2023. [April #2]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art...i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

I Hate the Sound of the Door Opening - April 6

10:41 - 10:46pm

I hate the sound of the door opening. Scared of what might hear, Scared of who I might meet. Is it the demon underneath the poor excuse of a father or perhaps a new facade that is yet to present itself? Whoever or whatever comes to break the peace, all I can do is tear up and break even further into pieces. I hate the sound of the door opening.

Get Lost In The Rain - April 13

11:40 - 11:47am

I want to get lost in the rain With all my worries awashed

My emotions swirl down the drain and leaving me with a wound, gashed.

So please let me get lost because I already am a lost cause.

All my efforts are in vain, While their scrutiny left me abashed.

I just want to get lost in the rain And all my memories awashed.

Away From Everyone And The City - April 21

5:04 - 5:09pm

Sitting serenely, she sips on tea at her porch while the rain continues to pelt down her skin and leaving the wooden floor wet and her tea tasting more like rain water with every new drop added to it as it slowly loses it's warmth.

Her body already soaked to the bone has started to shake from the cold but she could not bring herself to come inside as she rarely gets any time away from the city to enjoy the calm and silence of the forest even when thunder strikes once in a while.

A small smile has not left her lips ever since she let herself bask under the cloudy sky and her head slightly tilted upwards as rain cascades down her cheeks letting her heave out a breath of relief since it's the closest to crying that she can do.

*wrote this and imagining myself owning a 'cottage on a hill' away from everyone and the city.

[yellowhippo]

Second Quarter of 2023. [April]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art...i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

My Interlude - April 4

1:ˣˣ - 1:37pm

This is my interlude. A short prose as time goes into a pause and life temporarily conclude.

This is my interlude, where I come to a stand still. But my emotions pass through a mill, not letting me close and conclude.

This is my interlude. Looking at one intersection point, choosing where my steps anoint. Will I be able to conclude?

This is my interlude, allowed to be timeless but also clueless as to how to conclude.

This is my interlude.

Prom Peasant - April 6

6:17 - 6:22pm

(Inspire by "Prom Queen" ; Molly Kate Kestner)

She was no prom queen. In her teen years, Just another Cinderella. She was no prom queen. In her past life, She had to bleed but still got no crown.

Prom Peasant - April 6

Small sketchpad + Oil Pastel  

[yellowhippo]

My Interlude

created a poem from the POV of my current character from my ongoing story on wattpad, ❝𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞

will be deleting this post in a few months as I will be re-posting this on my YELLOWHIPPO’s 2023 compilation here on tumblr.

This is my interlude. A short prose as time goes into a pause and life temporarily conclude.

This is my interlude, where I come to a stand still. But my emotions pass through a mill, not letting me close and conclude.

This is my interlude. Looking at one intersection point, choosing where my steps anoint. Will I be able to conclude?

This is my interlude, allowed to be timeless but also clueless as to how to conclude.

This is my interlude.

[yellowhippo]

YELLOWHIPPO’s 2023.

art works and poetry compilation, chronological order.

to be updated every 3 months.

please don’t judge my art…i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

JANUARY 2023

FEBRUARY 2023

MARCH 2023

APRIL 2023 [part 1]

APRIL 2023 [part 2]

MAY 2023

JUNE 2023

JULY 2023 [part 1]

JULY 2023 [part 2]

AUGUST 2023

SEPTEMBER 2023

OCTOBER 2023

NOVEMBER 2023

DECEMBER 2023

[yellowhippo]

First Quarter of 2023. [March]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art...i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

(no title) - March 3, 2023

1:29 - 1:30pm  

Iba man ang pitik, iisa pa rin ang klase ng saltik. Kaya napaka walastik na ang utak ay elastik.

(no title) - March 26, 2023

10:21-10:22am

lilitaw, lulubog. tinalo pa buwan sa dalas ng bungad. tila multo kung magparamdam ay sobrang bihira.

[yellowhippo]

First Quarter of 2023. [February]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art...i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

Sunset Skies - February 3, 2023

Small sketchpad + Oil Pastel

(no title) - February 16, 2023

12:49 - 12:51pm

For some odd reason, my emotions are in treason. I'm everything elated. But I fear that demise is just belated.

September Boy - February 19, 2023

12:57-12:58pm

My morning felt gloomy with the rain, and just when I thought my day is plain, I remember the existence of a boy born in September.

This Is Y - February 21, 2023

Small sketchpad + Oil Pastel

Coffee - February 25, 2023

Small sketchpad + Oil Pastel