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The way of your brush And not anyone else’s Is like rain that doesn’t think It falls like the weight of nature Upon our life without remorse Or need for our approval But you act like a student Thinking of lines that rhyme Or shadows that compose Colors of word and sound Yes that is the way you started But no longer Don’t think that way anymore Don’t think at all You already know the feeling It is a test of yourself Like borrowing money from a friend They know you're broke Your word has suddenly become important They believe in you and it’s up to you now It may be more than you can handle You don’t know how you can do it It is how life explodes through your veins You don’t think about how you are angry You just are and it is a world without rules Being provoked is not impressionistic It is real without self-consciousness Hurry, hurry; rush to show us It will be over soon You will begin thinking about approval again That is the mistake of your art You think about us Instead Let us think about you We want to know how angry you are The honesty of the rain has become you If only you didn’t worry about the rest of your life The risk of being a river Or a lake Or evaporated That is your risk Don’t fix it later Don’t decide that you didn’t really feel that way Yes you did You Felt That Way Show me Just do what you want to do
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
The Color of Anger
The way of your brush And not anyone else’s Is like rain that doesn’t think It falls like the weight of nature Upon our life without remorse Or need for our approval But you act like a student Thinking of lines that rhyme Or shadows that compose Colors of word and sound Yes that is the way you started But no longer Don’t think that way anymore Don’t think at all You already know the feeling It is a test of yourself Like borrowing money from a friend They know you're broke Your word has suddenly become important They believe in you and it’s up to you now It may be more than you can handle You don’t know how you can do it It is how life explodes through your veins You don’t think about how you are angry You just are and it is a world without rules Being provoked is not impressionistic It is real without self-consciousness Hurry, hurry; rush to show us It will be over soon You will begin thinking about approval again That is the mistake of your art You think about us Instead Let us think about you We want to know how angry you are The honesty of the rain has become you If only you didn’t worry about the rest of your life The risk of being a river Or a lake Or evaporated That is your risk Don’t fix it later Don’t decide that you didn’t really feel that way Yes you did You Felt That Way Show me Just do what you want to do
#honesty#beingreal#art
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
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