Considered creative
from a young age
but coloring books
don’t make me an artist
detested the idea
of pursuing the same path
my mother attempted
just because
I cannot draw
but being an artist
isn’t all about pencils
as the hours tick by
the only part of my weak body
types out my soul
I gaze towards my art supplies
long collecting dust
caps dried out
but
I’m not a ******* artist.
right?
If someone asked
that word would not come to mind
“I’m not sure yet”
Then why do my thoughts consume pages?
Surely my thinking isn’t…
art?
If I lost my home
the corner I inhabit
covered in every color
of the internets thoughts
I would never consider
that I’m a
******* artist
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 10:46 PM UTC
Considered creative
from a young age
but coloring books
don’t make me an artist
detested the idea
of pursuing the same path
my mother attempted
just because
I cannot draw
but being an artist
isn’t all about pencils
as the hours tick by
the only part of my weak body
types out my soul
I gaze towards my art supplies
long collecting dust
caps dried out
but
I’m not a ******* artist.
right?
If someone asked
that word would not come to mind
“I’m not sure yet”
Then why do my thoughts consume pages?
Surely my thinking isn’t…
art?
If I lost my home
the corner I inhabit
covered in every color
of the internets thoughts
I would never consider
that I’m a
******* artist
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