you accept my intricacy.
you adhere those who judge my complexity
you are fine with me being this way and I don’t understand why
do I not frustrate you?
I try to wither your heart
you just rejuvenate
you are the start and the end
raised to make amends
you’re untainted
I haven’t wrapped my finger around how
this world which is clouded by sinister creatures and dark gloomy skies
you seem to be the only one truly alive
the darkness doesn’t phase you
which puts me in a haze
you’ve learned to accept the night and enjoy the day
even if the sky decides to become grey
and cascades you with rain
there you stand in colors, while we all become drenched
am I the one who is really complex?
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
art isn’t dead, but are you?
we express ourselves through our clothes and shoes
in today’s society Davinci’s paintings aren’t cool
5,000 years ago and the artist is dead
aesthetics and drugs stuck in our head
Van Gogh painted the stars and the blue in the sky
he also cut his ear off and despised his life
teens are committing suicide and slitting their wrist
the blood is spewing out and they are taking pics
posting on social media because self harm is cool
when really you’re just being a tad bit cruel
splitting our veins to become an aesthetic
these kid are not art, these kids are pathetic
how dare you expect me to be empathetic
the red blood falls on the floor
we don’t have anymore razors so grab your paintbrushes and draw some more
too much blood comes out and you don’t know what to do
paint palettes and sketchbooks still have some use
art is not dead,
but are you?
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC