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Who says that you have to be
A singer, a writer or a poet
In order for you to be an artist
I believe that every human beings
Are artists and the platform onto
which they perform are their
daily lives, with their audiences being
their relatives, their partners and
co-workers, friends, parents and
whoever they rub with on a daily basis.
So here we go artists, trying to perform
properly, correctly, in a way so as not
to deceive our audiences, trying to fit
in, trying to meet their expectations of us,
Accepted is what we want to be, like the
others, yet not all of us will be of the normal
artists, some of the different ones, you might
be born handicapped, sick, or just different,
and this according to your audience, but
don't let their expectations define you, don't
let their acceptable norms direct you. For
as long as you are not harming whoever, you have
to perform your own happy life too. Even if you
have to lose some audiences!
 Dec 2017 deprivedkat
Rj
Sweating, breathing, silent screaming
Shaking, crosses, mixed love making
Kisses, crying, forced good-bying
Late night terror, morning dream
Guardian angel whispers in my ear
I'm screaming so loud, no one can hear
One more prayer, one more look
Look at my own heart I've took
I've thrown it into jail you see,
To save me from questioning eternity
I found this and couldn't believe I wrote it so long ago. I couldn't even believe I ever felt that way. My caption was "no more love". It gave me chills
I don't know what you do
But you kind words
Always give me a smile

I don't know who you are
Yet I look foward
To every poem

I don't know why
You leave a those comments
But I do know
That I'm thankful that you do
Thank you Libby for your kind words, they don't seem like much but they sure helped when I was feeling down
 Dec 2017 deprivedkat
WB Knox
Blind
 Dec 2017 deprivedkat
WB Knox
Close your eyes and look around.
Take in the stars in the sky
and the grass on the ground.
Now look at me.
Can you see me now?

You say you see me.
I'm tall, handsome,
perfect in almost every way.
You're wrong.

You see me for who you want me to be.

I am broken, disheveled, lowly.
I am a servant.
I am incomplete.
I am blind.

I can hear you staring at me.
Take me in and paint me a picture
so that I can appreciate it for years to come.
Maybe it will have interesting stories to tell.
 Dec 2017 deprivedkat
Arati
Hanging tree
are you strong enough
to hold me up
until
I'm
gone
the sweetness
of a moment
held
in tension
sandwiched between due-dates and
dead-lines
the allure
of a stolen moment
suspended
in the chaos
a moment of the purest
beauty I've ever witnessed
it is beautiful to be transitory
college life amidst finals
 Dec 2017 deprivedkat
em
gratitude
 Dec 2017 deprivedkat
em
thank you for forcing me to look inside myself.
thank you for forcing me to face my fears.
thank you for forcing me to fight my demons.
thank you for seeing my pain.
thank you even though you are the one
thing i lost
through it all.
looking back it was all for the best
 Dec 2017 deprivedkat
Àŧùl
Dope
 Dec 2017 deprivedkat
Àŧùl
You're my dopamine,
Yes, you are.

You're my excitement,
You're my only turn on.

You're my motivation,
You're my one & only love.

You're my encouragement,
Yes, you are my dream girl.
It took me 1 week to post this one.

My HP Poem #1682
©Atul Kaushal
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