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Yule Apr 2018
My hands have betrayed me once again,
my eyes started rolling as it begs slumber
Why do I even put up with this madness
that's created up above my head?
For once I want my hands to bleed,
will my words come to an abrupt by then?
I guess not, it still find ways. | 180331; 1:28 am

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Erin K Mar 2018
Life itself is beyond our control, but within our control is the way we live the life we have.
Take each moment,
hold it in the palm of your hand and feel it's heartbeat echo against your rib cage.
Everything you are searching for
is already within you.
We are life,
life is art,
and art is what we make it.
So take a hold of every moment and give yourself in your entirety to each experience.

Life is what we make of it, make yours a masterpiece.
jess Mar 2018
bring out the ink, cover the page,
pools or creativity leak onto the desk.
you are incredible,
skill, abilities; boundless.
the sky's the limit and you’ve painted it with ten shades of blue.
brushes vary from size and shape,
pencils range in darkness and texture.
you create tones and shades,
different worlds, different beings present themselves;
bringing new things to existence,
making old things seem new.
you are an artist.
you create.
you, yourself, your art form,
a weapon.
skillful and sharp, utility.
along with your tools,
your training.
you too can become a weapon,
of mass creation.

-j.p.
wrote this for my writers craft class - I've hear the term "weapons for mass creation" and thought it was clever so I used it. I would give credit for that statement but I don't really know who said it.
XPY Mar 2018
Paint me a picture
Show me the world
Through Color and beauty
It never grows old.

Draw me as I am
Freeze me in time
Capture the moment
Leave the Past behind.

Sculpt and carve
Build up and chip away
Make something that will stay here
Stand Tall and never sway

Create something, anything
A picture or a memory
Remember forever
Keep it safe for me.
inspired by Sarah J. Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series
© KMH 2018
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
I want to tell you
how you slowly became the tree
that guards me from the happiness and sadness
of the world,
and let me create my own.
How it was lovely to see you grow.
How it hurt to love you.
How beautiful you were even in the worst of your moments.
How I selfishly wanted to be the only scar on your heart
and only smile on your face.
How,on days that I desperately
looked for a reason to stay,
yours was the only name
that anchored me in this world.
I will tell you how I always lived
dreaming of death,
dreaming of release,
and how thankful I am that
you kept me alive.
I will tell you all this.
But not today.
Some other time.
She Writes Mar 2018
Artists minds
Have fragile souls
The delicate way
We pen our words
Shows our vulnerability

We bare our scars
Triumphs
Hopes and dreams
To heal the pain
Of our wounded hearts

We must create
For our own understanding
Self-discovery
To process the turmoil
And calm our fears and anxiety

Tattooing our thoughts
On our readers minds
Letting each person who reads
Carry a piece of the pain with them
Until there is none left
Isaac Spencer Mar 2018
I give up my humanity,
With each heart beat, defeat.
Each time I draw breath, death.
Morals left on the pew.

I'm more than rules,
More than the age of trust,
More than kings and fools,
Nothing more than dust.
joel jokonia Mar 2018
Don't let them see the light they might be bright and Conqour us.......
People's ideas are kept captive from the world
Crystal Freda Mar 2018
A blank canvas He had.
He grabbed his brush
with all the paints He wanted
and He was in no rush.

He grabbed a beige
and created a heart-shaped face.
Then a light brown
for strands around the space.

Long and hard He thought
but couldn't decide.
So He chose both blue and gray
for the ocean waves in her eyes.

A well rounded nose
and teeth pearly white.
So her smile could
make the world so bright.

In just a snap,
after God had painted.
The masterpiece was done
and I was created.
RyMo Mar 2018
Imagine your life as your dreams come true,
Then let it go and watch it come back to you,
We don’t have to know the how’s or the when’s,
Just hold the “what” in your mind’s eye within,
Steadfast and true we must be to ourselves,
So in the right direction we focus our delves,
Don’t think too hard lest you depart from the flow,
Feelings are stronger for truth they do show,
Born to create as our natural way,
Our dreams are alive and here to stay.
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