#galleries
Artists.
Praised by lovers
Adored by dreamers
But also victims of the ridicule of over-achievers
I've dipped my toe in both waters
I've seen the world learn how to swim
While artists took a dive in the ocean
I've heard the world practice its symphonies for ages
While artists created their own
For the artist doesn't aim for perfection
It aims for satisfaction
Do not be fooled by the artist who fills galleries with red roses
For those thorns have endlessly scorched the walls of his soul
Do not be fooled by the artist who's arms stretch to the sky
For those muscles have been the victim of life's cruel judgement
Do not be fooled by an artist's kind words
For they have learned how to make lies sound like love
Do not be fooled by an artist's fears
For they've discovered the ocean
In hopes of loosing the sea
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
I hate fake people, but I hate myself more, for putting up with 925 plated bonds that band around the bones in my ankles, the ones that look pretty and shiny from the outside, but you know eventually will rust. See, I've never been one for fancy garments or jewelry, but I'd rather posses fewer pieces than many that I can buy from vendors I do not trust. See, the galleries are really pretty, but you know the canvas is papier-mâché, it's very easy to patch things over and make the surfaces appear smooth, but you know that they're broken. See, it's harder when you say what everyone thinks, but nobody listens or replies because they lack the viability to acknowledge the facts, else the painting crumbles.
Carry-on glue is not enough to hold the pieces of them all, when the paint on the canvas is filled with toxic fumes and chemicals, even if you had an N-95 mask, you couldn't outlast the present or the past, the future of the vapid vapors coursing through your epithelial tissues would still penetrate these intricate layers.
Mar 15, 2024
Mar 15, 2024 at 9:40 PM UTC