You loved my "creativity"
but I hate that ****.
You're so sure of what this is
but I've never felt more lost than this.
I used to use my words
to make some sense of this,
now I only do it to describe
how the flames look
as they engulf me.
Scary, right?
I thought you loved creativity, though.
To you it's only creative if it's abstract,
you don't like when I get personal.
You don't like when I give a picture a name,
you just want the art without knowing what it is.
Art brings beauty, art brings things to life
but there's also different art as well
because life can't exist without death.
Sometimes art is made to show
what kinds of things we've lost
or what kinds of nightmares we've had
that woke us up in the middle of the night.
Sometimes art is uncomfortable,
I often get that way when I create.
There's clarity when I share things
but it's born from uncertainty so strong
that you really can almost taste it.
I come from a painful past,
I live in an uncertain present
and the only thing that's left
is how I feel about a doubtful future.
Art can be scary too,
art can make you feel that way
and art can also make you
only want to look away.
Most of the time this kind of art
is all that I can ever make,
so I'm sorry I couldn't write
something happy for you today.
I can't get creative enough
to share emotions that just aren't me
and I guess that just isn't good enough for you.
I felt very honest today. I love beautiful art but ugly art is usually all I know how to create. Maybe that's beautiful in it's own way but sadly not everyone would agree.