#arttherapy
Howling to be seen
Throat hurts from trying
Is it a cry for help
Or just mere survival?
Strong like faithful believers
But with holes in me
My weakness leaks
Like waterfalls
Hitting the ground with
So much force
Crushing
Shaping
A sculpture of me
That’s not identical
Am I malleable
Like clay in a master’s hands?
Transforming
Rejecting
My true form
Hoping that he will patch those holes
From which my weakness
Leaks
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
Art is my escape
The place I dare to dream,
Depositing frustrations
That make me want to scream;
Tying up the loose ends
Of mental threads about to snap
Seeking peaceful solitude
From a world that's full of crap.
Sometimes, pen and paper
Are the only things I trust,
When all around me shatters,
And turns to empty dust.
Here among the soft lights
Of lamp, and desk, and ink
I give into emotion
So I do not have to think.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 9:19 AM UTC
i'm trying to paint away the sadness
one color at a time.
i paint
bright kaleidoscopic skies
strong, swaying trees
a brave blue wave
a million pretty pastel floral arrangements
but none of them can cover up
the blues of my sadness.
the reds of my anger.
the black to blue to purple to yellow-greens of my bruises.
i still try to paint away the sadness
one color at a time
until the scenes i paint on pages
become the ones in my real life.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
if you measure with a tool or a spoon,
the recipe or what you build may be a boon
of consistency, insistently...a hope
if you measure twice a reward thrice
may appear, increase in joy's result
and fear to disappear... a relief
health and mind will be renewed,
if only for the moment as, the darkness
takes a cloudy hold once more...a measure
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC