#thankyoupoem
You know what it's like to sleep beside me
And wake up to my morning breath, you know
What it's like to sink yourself into my depths,
Together
You and I know everything.
A woman once told me
I was an open book with tattered pages and
I do not think I can agree with this, but
Whatever kind of book I am, you
Have taken the time to learn me
And sift through every page
Marking and highlighting
Your favorite passages
With your clay-stained, summer hands.
You have seen the rivers of light run through my eyes
And you know that I grew up without a family, live without a home, and
While you understand these things you also know
That they are not why my love for you
Is so strong, and I cannot thank you enough
For knowing that.
When your hands meet my flesh, they are not surprised that it is startled by itself
And take the time to soothe
The fearful currents running through it
Back to sleep.
When your eyes meet mine, I'm reminded that
I have never felt so familiar
In another person's gaze.
You ground me, rescue me from chaos on occasion by reminding me
That it is never too late to be new-
And I ought to slow down my hurtling mind
More often than I do
To tell you this,
And write to thank you.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
Art defined to me is everything
about my life and passion combined
We are all masterpieces for those who have moved on or living, all continues for we are dimensional-travelers, eternal, special-gifted, magical beings
brought here to spread empathy, love, creation in the most captivating and influential methods possible.
Magic is not accessible without belief.
Art is meaningless, it's a MUST to involve HEART.
You can't have either without an element from both utilized.
Let your emotions bring your story to life!
Thank you all immensely for inspiring and encouraging me
In exact terms of building my platform towards my art!
I would be nothing without support from any of you!
Grateful for you being in my life and my HE"ART"
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 2:58 AM UTC