one-tone-flesh

[nogirlslikeme]

I have tried to develope my characters,
or the characters I call my own,
but it's hard when I see only one tone of flesh.
No shadows are cast,
no featers differ,
one flat surface that reflects confusion.

I see a father so stuck on his ways,
he is willing to lose his family.
And in the end,
he almost does,
until his son shows him,
and still the father can't refuses.

Or.

This guy I only know from a couple thoughts,
he decides to buy an old desk.
When he returns home to sand and stain,
he find the size isn't right.
In removing sections he finds manuscripts,
that will provide him with all he has ever wanted,
or at least what he though he wanted.

Or.

On an island I can only see the shape,
a boy finds ideas,
what made that day different than all others?

Or.

Leaving town due to Fall,
and what it brings besides rain.

So many ideas,
but so little perfection and details,
or paitents, in my case.

I have tried several methods.
At most I have been motivated for three pages and then...
it's lost--gone.

If only I could make out the details of their faces.
It's all about my characters,
I mean the ones I call my own.