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Self: An Artist

An artist, I’m scared to be left to my thinking atoms and nuclear cells Why solder my raining thoughts to reality In my head I can’t trust these clockworks Rusted gears precariously tricking forward Tensions unbalance on a pinched nerve ending Hesitate I retract to others knowing what I don’t know That once I start I might fail I don’t do what I want to I don’t speak when I want to When I so desperately need to Before I explode Violently, into a void Void of emotionless urges An artist like me if I so believe I am Doubtfully attempts to act in the face of thunder Only to cowardly hide in a cat’s whisker Inner bricking delays outer progress Progress I provocatively flaunt to the alive bodies While knowing the fallacious congrats is unwarranted I don’t believe in magical rainbow kitten surprise wishes But I won’t also hide my love With the internal flame dimming I want to act the part by flipping over the stones For the mysteries hidden away To see them crawling out My untapped desires
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Written by
Walker
31 / F / Florida
Published
Jul 28, 2018
Lines·Words
27·181
Notes

This is a piece from a much longer poem called "Plenty Words." It's about my feelings as an artist without much to say.

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#artist#silence#fear#failing#speaking#desires#dreams#waiting#hiding
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