they say art should be "nice",
and that it can be,
but there's much more to art,
than what you can see;
there is no right or wrong,
art is meant to speak,
to stir up curiosity,
cause creativity to leak;
so next time someone tells you,
"art is there to admire",
look to them and say,
"no, art is to inspire"
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
Always pay attention
When someone else is speaking
If it didn't mean something to them
They wouldn’t talk about it at all
Always listen closely
For the answers you are seeking,
May be closer than you think
Found in the ramblings of that call
Imagine if you will
A world where everyone cared
Where they leaned ear in intently
Instead of filling our heads with doubt
Maybe we'd all be happier;
Collectively less scared
We could solve all of life's problems
If we just heard everybody out
You see confidence builds greatness
Yet we continue to put each other down
Jealousy and rage keep us from turning the page
Even when the story could teach us something profound
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
What is a Legacy
What's the equation that leads to the sum that is
A
Human
Life
The curtain draws as it must and
when it's done...
We spill out of this "Life" a grocery bag of idiosyncrasies, neuroses, hypocrisies, and other I-sees
What are we in the end but broken pieces of a puzzle we leave for others to assemble--who cares if the pieces fit.
Someone found a Kind word here
Another a Generosity
A memory of a Lie
Proof of a Cruelty
Acts of Humanity by a human being acting...
Who knows me well enough to define my Legacy?
Who else but "I"
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.
i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.
until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC
.
*If I were a poem
I’d ask you to fold me up
and put me in your pocket,
then at the end of the week,
toss me in the wash
with the rest of the clothes
And when you find me later,
smudged and smeared,
ripped and tattered into
little unrecognizable pieces,
don’t worry about it,
I was already like that*
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
Tear-stained cheeks
Blood red eyes
Tired of secrets
Tired of lies
I thought life
Was hope, love and laughter
But now I know
There's no easy happily ever after
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
I wonder
How many times
the phrase
"I'm okay"
Has been spoken
With a broken spirit,
bloodshot eyes,
and quivering lips
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
I like simple things.
Walking
Breathing
Talking
I don't like simple things that turn into compex things.
Sprinting
Hyperventilating
Arguing
I have a hard time focusing on simplicity when it all changes into complexity without warning.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
Lurking in the dust
Shattered memories of love
A love lost with time
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
It pierces the darkness
Shatters the grey
Brings in hope and happiness
Turns the night to day
Fear and sadness tremble
For lo they rule the night
They lose all hold and power
In the dawn of morning light
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC