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I miss your kitchen window view
The effect I had on you
Your voice is lost in static waves
Erased by every day
I still watch the daisies you planted me
Every now and then I sit out side my window
After the rain I like to view the muddy soil
Your foot steps still echo through the walls  
I’m writing this as I paint your portrait
I’m stressed and I must accept that I need to get over it. It’s been eight months now.
V liv Nov 18
Yearning
to be something i'm not
to be someone i'm not
Artistic
what does that mean
does it mean I can articulate my feelings  
beautifully
does it mean I can sing
or dance
or rhyme
or cry
or read
or breathe
or love
beautifully?
I don't think I can
how sad
that i'm not artistic
how sad
I am the cuckoo clock,
Precise,authentic,steadfast  as a rock.
All day long,
Tick tock, tick tock goes my song.
Hung on the wall,
In the main hall,
Tick tock, tick tock, tick,
Not a wink,
My pendulum swings to and fro,
As I view people come and go.
On the dot of the hour,
My cuckoo slides in and out of the door,
Chirps a lovely cuckoo call,
Young and old in the hall,
They cheer all.
I am their cuckoo clock,
A piece of artistic work,
My master's pride,
The family's guide,
To their various routines,
For many many seasons I have been,
On their wall,
In the main hall.
Karijinbba Oct 21
I am a riddle..
can you solve me?

I stay in one corner but I get to travel all around the world!
And If you want me to I can also stay with you until you need me or give me away.

While I am with you though someone might steal me and only you will know and you can never find me nor track me down.

I am usually artistic pleasant to the eye and nobody tampers with me. my design commands respect
and I never need visas sometimes I return to you and you are never glad I do.

I seldom get burnt crashed or drowned
you know my name my job
and that my maker sells me
but only once in my lifetime

you gladly buy me because
its legal
You have touched me pressed me down and you fly me away first class in a mision across the world
or or in the same town.

I am convenient I don't drink nor eat and I don't need hotels;
I only travel un airplanes bus or delivery special transport.

If you buy me you want to lay me down in glue uncovered and I never sleep
anyone can lift me up but they have to be dishonest and can go to jail.
I bring joy and happiness and sometimes the reverse is true

What kind of amazing riddle
am I ?
Come on you know my name!! You chose me among many, You bought me you licked me, you press me down! You sent me on a mission but don't know my name!!!

(' AM I NOT A POSTAL STAMP")?
Aaron LaLux Oct 11
It’s all art,
everything that surrounds us,
no time for the hate life’s to short,
it’s all good no stress,

all bless,
honest,
this is *** Sense,
not Common Sense,

there’s a difference,
and it’s significant,
we operate off instinct,
the connection’s intrinsic,

that it,
nothing else,
it’s all art,
if it’s at all felt,

it’s all art,
everything that surrounds us,
no time for the hate life’s to short,
it’s all good no stress…

∆ LaLux ∆
Xylos Sep 20
.

Why
Do I
Fear these
Depths,

When heights
Only
Intrigue me?

.
Jordan Gibson Jul 16
What do you do once your heart becomes stone?
How far must you chip before you don't feel so alone?
Every piece of marble waits to be sculpted
Just like every heart wishes to love, uninterrupted
But what do you do when you are tossed aside?
When the artist ignores the potential inside
How long must you wait unshaped and rough?
When do you decide that enough is enough?
We all wait to be sculpted into something new
laila shaaban Apr 10
I am an artist.
I never chose to be but as long as I can remember art was near,
There was no first meeting, no awkward first impression.
It was always right there.
Art is a part of me, a quality written in my biology it’s my personality.
I can’t escape the urge to create,
To illustrate the beautiful picture in my mind,
To encapsulate feelings, project ideas, perfect a masterpiece.
I am an artist I paint;
I paint in hues colors and strokes.
I paint in words sewn together as delicate as a feather,
Yet as painful as a healing wound.
I cower every time I hear them being read aloud
Because these words are windows straight into my thoughts.
Leaving me feeling vulnerable, that’s why some art is unutterable.
Best portrayed using a paintbrush.
Coating the canvas with every color of the spectrum and every spectrum of emotion. Watching the pigments flow with no resistance,
A brush sweeping softly or with deep solid strokes
Always flawless because creativity can never be mistaken
It only awakens new perspectives perfected by the artist
Portraying her ideas precisely.
I am an artist because losing my self in art is my passion,
A distraction, imagine the endless horizons.
Art is the closest thing to magic,
A paintbrush the closest to a wand,
And an artist the closest to becoming an enchanter.
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