Draw something is a funny phenomenon, in that it proved that people are willing to cheat themselves and know that they are cheating themselves, yet still remai happy. Two people engaged in a Draw Something game will message each other outside of the game to notify each other of what their drawings are, just to keep the run going, both in the knowledge that they are not participating in the spirit of the game.
Anthony Bishop
it kind of sucks when
the lights come back on and
you wake up after a two hour nap dreaming about being kidnapped and
you’re back to reality and
you still have to finish physics homework which you have no idea how to do.
and everything seems pointless at the time when just yesterday your life was great.
who cares about the angsty high schooler what about the angsty college student who still doesn’t know what life is about but wants to go somewhere anywhere now.
pencil on paper, Lines, Dots, Circles, Rectangles, and Squares.
Justin
Once, in art class I had to draw myself. Looking into the mirror, i began to sketch. Eventually it turned into something i thought resembled myself. Everyone else was in awe of how much mine looked like me and theirs didn’t. I felt better about my artistic skills.
Autumn
The boy looked out his rain stained window towards the cliff. There was no noise except for the record player faintly humming on the other side of the house. The world was still for a moment, just a peaceful breath. He continued to paint.
Robert
I want to be an artist just like my father. I want to be able to create art without words or verbal communication. I want to express myself. I want to be a part of this world. I want to visually stimulate everyone. I want to be able to draw.
Maggie
Beautiful lines sweep across the page. Colors fly out of the tip of your pen. Feel your heart burst. Love these things.
Nicole
draw everything, anything, rainbows, stars, computer, beds, yourself, your house, and everything around you
Patricia
drawing is my specialty
in fact it is my whole reason for attending this university
today i drew for fun
what a rare occasion
when always drenched in projects to complete
expected to exploit my creativity
and suck my inner child’s imagination dry
And if you would put your hands out and accept the stick of charcoal, you could draw. You could etch a personal vendetta into the long brick wall, too long for anyone to look at carefully. Or you could break it on the floor, or hide it away in folds and folds of clothing. You could keep it to trade in the eventual black market, or store it away in a carefully kept wooden box underneath the bed at the end of the hall.
hazel
Paints were all over the floor, the room was a disarray but the girl didn’t seem to mind, she was too wrapped up in her work. It had been days since she last came out of her room but she was fine with it, she had a deadline to meet and a masterpiece to finish.
I draw in an attempt to somehow comunicate with others, or at least to reach clarity of thought. The characters in my head appear first on white paper; their clothes, their facial expressions start to give away their complex and fragile personalities.
I like to draw. It is fun. I drew a super cool portrait of my boyfriend the other day. :) I plan on drawing again soon. There are many cool drawings out there I like them allllllllllllllllllllllll
Suzy Creamcheese
pew pew. The guns didn’t sound like guns, but when they said draw all I could do was take my pistol from it’s holster and fire away. The sound caught us all off guard, but we continued to fire. It wasn’t until we saw the cameras that we remember we were on the set of a movie…
James LaFarlette
My life is a message and every day is drawing of to be tomorrow and my 2b pencil tip is the fulcrum of the present moment.
If only I could draw his face, I could recreate it any time I wished. Not in my head, hidden, but out there, in real existence. So then I would know I wasn’t losing the image forever. Because I now now I won’t see him again
Sarah
If only I could draw his face, I could recreate it any time I wished. Not in my hidden, but out there, in real existence. So then I would know I wasn’t crazy.
Sarah
I used to think drawing was something that not everyone can do, but everyone can. No one is really a good drawer. Good is relative. Maybe you can draw so a pencil sketching looks like a photo. GOOD FOR YOU. I can draw rabbits and sailboats and they look like DRAWINGS.
Lauren Culbertson
Draw the curtains. Turn off the stars. Close those eyes. Quieten your mind. Breathe once, then again.
Look softly, feel empty
Rachel
Drawing is a great form of expression. It allows anyone to gets their thoughts down on paper without words. When words fail, drawing takes their place.
nicole
drawing something creative, organizing ideas, zoning out, meditating. when i draw, I feel free. You can draw the curtains closed. You can also draw a bath. As well as drawing photos
As soon as I get a pen in my hand I feel like drawing. It’s so much fun to draw its like expressing you’re feelings on a piece of paper like I love I mean love to draw hearts I mean I like to take hearts from the enternet and copy them down on a piece of paper
Heavenly
To draw is the expression of the soul. Freedom in an age where it has become a rare thing. The final frontier in an overused and abused world. True art and emotion all begin this way; just let go and draw.
Mona
I don’t like to draw, but my son used to draw and draw very well. He would throw out his drawings because they were not perfect but I saved them and pressed them flat. Later I copied his drawings and gave them to him. He was amazed!
i find drawing is just like creating music, it using the same ceative perspective needed to finish a composition that was once in your head. its awesome hearing and editing your own work and seeing a finished product emerge
db
what i do when i can’t think. when the words won’t flow from my fingertips onto the keyboard to create something worthy of reading. i draw to release the burning feelings inside me, beneath my breastbone, that threaten to burn me alive because i can’t write them out. because i can’t speak them out. because i love to draw to feel to think.
Amanda
J
YOU ARE MY JOHNNY CASH
J
YOU ARE THE SUNSHINE
THE COLOR
FOR ROSES AND GUN
J
BOY WITH A PENCIL THAT SHOT ME
BERNARDIA
I walked out during the early morning hours. The sky was still dark; everyone still lay in bed. But even then, I felt the judgement begin. It was all in my mind, but I felt every thought draw near–every opinion puncture my pride. I felt the filth crawl up my skin; knowing he was safe in his room with no guilt made the wound deeper.
draw me in your arms draw how much you love me in them
I want to draw you naked in the moonlight
I want to draw you petting my dog
Draw me all you think and hear and see
Draw and I will draw, too
and we will draw together back and forth forever
Melody Blaze
i wish i did it more or that i was better at it because it makes me feel good about myself after i do it. with i could think of more stuff to draw butsometimes is dont feel very creative
lizzy
drawing is difficult. pen to paper. pen making forms with lines. connecting thoughts and lines with a tip and a movement of the hand. scribbles or art? when will it take form? never obvious when you start drawing what it will be. fool the person watching you. draw the lines out of order.
Tessa
i draw i feel its blood its life it runs through me it draws me in it’s what I will do create for the world to see it’s beauty and motion and life and love and songs and dance all to the tune of a line and words and it keeps going and going and brings us together for all time
Jools
“Draw the bird. Draw the bird! Draw the BIRD!” She screamed. So I did. I drew the bird. And it was ugly. Because I don’t like to draw birds.
rachelzana
i don’t know how to draw and it’s ok. i used to want to know how to draw when i was younger (everyone wants to know how to draw) but then i realized that if i really wanted to be good i would stop complaining and practice. i’m not an artist and it’s ok.
Alicia
jjkahe e
lauren
You’re drawn to the peculiar man who leans next to the dusty brick walls of the dim alleyway you’ve somehow found yourself in. He throws a smile your way, beneath his top-hat, you find mischievous and deep-set blue eyes, they’re a bit lopsided, but they add to its depth and beauty. You feel as though you’ve known this man, standing before you with swagger and carefreeness, since the day you’ve taken your first breath. Your eyes are glued on him – he’s staring at you, and you at him. He takes in a breath, and to your surprise he speaks to you. His voice – just as you had imagined it would be. “So,” he says, “are you just gonna stare at me or what?”
Confused, you raise an eyebrow at him. He’s waiting for a response, his lips are just twitched slightly upwards – he’s smiling, but you know if anyone else were here they would not notice it. And then, you feel a blissful feeling rumble through your essence – you know you’re special for noticing his smiles. “Well, I don’t know. Why should I talk to you?” you ask.
His smile turns to an even bigger one. “Come here, kid. I missed you.”
“You know me?” you splutter out, taking a few steps back in fear. “H – how?” you stammer. Is he some sort of stalker?
He chuckles and says, “I’ve been watching over you for years. I’m the thoughts you hear when you looking for courage. The comforting air you feel around yourself when you think you’re alone. I’m the invisible blanket that warms you when you think you can’t go on. I’m what cannot be seen – but you’re different. Special. It’s why only you can see me.”
“You’re – you’re – that?” you ask, your question is vague but you know he’ll understand.
To draw is to portray an image out of ones mind. Most people draw what they think. Some people just draw because it takes their mind off of things.
Bloo
While sitting in class, I feel the need to draw. Mostly because this particular class sucks… A lot. Well, as usual, I start to really think about my itchy thighs. When I finally leave my doodle-land, I look at my notes and see thighs. Thighs all over my notes. Drawings of me itching my thighs. Thighs that aren’t all gross and scratchy. Just thighs. Everywhere. I keep gazing at my drawings, even after everyone left the room. I am jealous of the thighs on the page that are not itchy, mostly because mine have started to itch. Aaaaaand I’m wearing tight jeans, so I can’t itch them very well. Stupid itchy thighs…. :(
Draw something is a funny phenomenon, in that it proved that people are willing to cheat themselves and know that they are cheating themselves, yet still remai happy. Two people engaged in a Draw Something game will message each other outside of the game to notify each other of what their drawings are, just to keep the run going, both in the knowledge that they are not participating in the spirit of the game.
it kind of sucks when
the lights come back on and
you wake up after a two hour nap dreaming about being kidnapped and
you’re back to reality and
you still have to finish physics homework which you have no idea how to do.
and everything seems pointless at the time when just yesterday your life was great.
who cares about the angsty high schooler what about the angsty college student who still doesn’t know what life is about but wants to go somewhere anywhere now.
pencil on paper, Lines, Dots, Circles, Rectangles, and Squares.
Once, in art class I had to draw myself. Looking into the mirror, i began to sketch. Eventually it turned into something i thought resembled myself. Everyone else was in awe of how much mine looked like me and theirs didn’t. I felt better about my artistic skills.
The boy looked out his rain stained window towards the cliff. There was no noise except for the record player faintly humming on the other side of the house. The world was still for a moment, just a peaceful breath. He continued to paint.
I want to be an artist just like my father. I want to be able to create art without words or verbal communication. I want to express myself. I want to be a part of this world. I want to visually stimulate everyone. I want to be able to draw.
Beautiful lines sweep across the page. Colors fly out of the tip of your pen. Feel your heart burst. Love these things.
draw everything, anything, rainbows, stars, computer, beds, yourself, your house, and everything around you
drawing is my specialty
in fact it is my whole reason for attending this university
today i drew for fun
what a rare occasion
when always drenched in projects to complete
expected to exploit my creativity
and suck my inner child’s imagination dry
And if you would put your hands out and accept the stick of charcoal, you could draw. You could etch a personal vendetta into the long brick wall, too long for anyone to look at carefully. Or you could break it on the floor, or hide it away in folds and folds of clothing. You could keep it to trade in the eventual black market, or store it away in a carefully kept wooden box underneath the bed at the end of the hall.
Paints were all over the floor, the room was a disarray but the girl didn’t seem to mind, she was too wrapped up in her work. It had been days since she last came out of her room but she was fine with it, she had a deadline to meet and a masterpiece to finish.
everyday i draw u
mentally
i draw me
you intelligent
you full of potential
you joy
me loving
me uplifting
me hopeful
i draw us……together
I draw in an attempt to somehow comunicate with others, or at least to reach clarity of thought. The characters in my head appear first on white paper; their clothes, their facial expressions start to give away their complex and fragile personalities.
I like to draw. It is fun. I drew a super cool portrait of my boyfriend the other day. :) I plan on drawing again soon. There are many cool drawings out there I like them allllllllllllllllllllllll
pew pew. The guns didn’t sound like guns, but when they said draw all I could do was take my pistol from it’s holster and fire away. The sound caught us all off guard, but we continued to fire. It wasn’t until we saw the cameras that we remember we were on the set of a movie…
My life is a message and every day is drawing of to be tomorrow and my 2b pencil tip is the fulcrum of the present moment.
If only I could draw his face, I could recreate it any time I wished. Not in my head, hidden, but out there, in real existence. So then I would know I wasn’t losing the image forever. Because I now now I won’t see him again
If only I could draw his face, I could recreate it any time I wished. Not in my hidden, but out there, in real existence. So then I would know I wasn’t crazy.
I used to think drawing was something that not everyone can do, but everyone can. No one is really a good drawer. Good is relative. Maybe you can draw so a pencil sketching looks like a photo. GOOD FOR YOU. I can draw rabbits and sailboats and they look like DRAWINGS.
Draw the curtains. Turn off the stars. Close those eyes. Quieten your mind. Breathe once, then again.
Look softly, feel empty
Drawing is a great form of expression. It allows anyone to gets their thoughts down on paper without words. When words fail, drawing takes their place.
drawing something creative, organizing ideas, zoning out, meditating. when i draw, I feel free. You can draw the curtains closed. You can also draw a bath. As well as drawing photos
J, i have said all about you in the previous poem
As soon as I get a pen in my hand I feel like drawing. It’s so much fun to draw its like expressing you’re feelings on a piece of paper like I love I mean love to draw hearts I mean I like to take hearts from the enternet and copy them down on a piece of paper
To draw is the expression of the soul. Freedom in an age where it has become a rare thing. The final frontier in an overused and abused world. True art and emotion all begin this way; just let go and draw.
I don’t like to draw, but my son used to draw and draw very well. He would throw out his drawings because they were not perfect but I saved them and pressed them flat. Later I copied his drawings and gave them to him. He was amazed!
i find drawing is just like creating music, it using the same ceative perspective needed to finish a composition that was once in your head. its awesome hearing and editing your own work and seeing a finished product emerge
what i do when i can’t think. when the words won’t flow from my fingertips onto the keyboard to create something worthy of reading. i draw to release the burning feelings inside me, beneath my breastbone, that threaten to burn me alive because i can’t write them out. because i can’t speak them out. because i love to draw to feel to think.
J
YOU ARE MY JOHNNY CASH
J
YOU ARE THE SUNSHINE
THE COLOR
FOR ROSES AND GUN
J
BOY WITH A PENCIL THAT SHOT ME
I walked out during the early morning hours. The sky was still dark; everyone still lay in bed. But even then, I felt the judgement begin. It was all in my mind, but I felt every thought draw near–every opinion puncture my pride. I felt the filth crawl up my skin; knowing he was safe in his room with no guilt made the wound deeper.
draw me in your arms draw how much you love me in them
I want to draw you naked in the moonlight
I want to draw you petting my dog
Draw me all you think and hear and see
Draw and I will draw, too
and we will draw together back and forth forever
i wish i did it more or that i was better at it because it makes me feel good about myself after i do it. with i could think of more stuff to draw butsometimes is dont feel very creative
drawing is difficult. pen to paper. pen making forms with lines. connecting thoughts and lines with a tip and a movement of the hand. scribbles or art? when will it take form? never obvious when you start drawing what it will be. fool the person watching you. draw the lines out of order.
i draw i feel its blood its life it runs through me it draws me in it’s what I will do create for the world to see it’s beauty and motion and life and love and songs and dance all to the tune of a line and words and it keeps going and going and brings us together for all time
“Draw the bird. Draw the bird! Draw the BIRD!” She screamed. So I did. I drew the bird. And it was ugly. Because I don’t like to draw birds.
i don’t know how to draw and it’s ok. i used to want to know how to draw when i was younger (everyone wants to know how to draw) but then i realized that if i really wanted to be good i would stop complaining and practice. i’m not an artist and it’s ok.
jjkahe e
You’re drawn to the peculiar man who leans next to the dusty brick walls of the dim alleyway you’ve somehow found yourself in. He throws a smile your way, beneath his top-hat, you find mischievous and deep-set blue eyes, they’re a bit lopsided, but they add to its depth and beauty. You feel as though you’ve known this man, standing before you with swagger and carefreeness, since the day you’ve taken your first breath. Your eyes are glued on him – he’s staring at you, and you at him. He takes in a breath, and to your surprise he speaks to you. His voice – just as you had imagined it would be. “So,” he says, “are you just gonna stare at me or what?”
Confused, you raise an eyebrow at him. He’s waiting for a response, his lips are just twitched slightly upwards – he’s smiling, but you know if anyone else were here they would not notice it. And then, you feel a blissful feeling rumble through your essence – you know you’re special for noticing his smiles. “Well, I don’t know. Why should I talk to you?” you ask.
His smile turns to an even bigger one. “Come here, kid. I missed you.”
“You know me?” you splutter out, taking a few steps back in fear. “H – how?” you stammer. Is he some sort of stalker?
He chuckles and says, “I’ve been watching over you for years. I’m the thoughts you hear when you looking for courage. The comforting air you feel around yourself when you think you’re alone. I’m the invisible blanket that warms you when you think you can’t go on. I’m what cannot be seen – but you’re different. Special. It’s why only you can see me.”
“You’re – you’re – that?” you ask, your question is vague but you know he’ll understand.
“Yes…” his voice trails off with the wind.
You’ve found him.
To draw is to portray an image out of ones mind. Most people draw what they think. Some people just draw because it takes their mind off of things.
While sitting in class, I feel the need to draw. Mostly because this particular class sucks… A lot. Well, as usual, I start to really think about my itchy thighs. When I finally leave my doodle-land, I look at my notes and see thighs. Thighs all over my notes. Drawings of me itching my thighs. Thighs that aren’t all gross and scratchy. Just thighs. Everywhere. I keep gazing at my drawings, even after everyone left the room. I am jealous of the thighs on the page that are not itchy, mostly because mine have started to itch. Aaaaaand I’m wearing tight jeans, so I can’t itch them very well. Stupid itchy thighs…. :(