If I showed you my teardrops, would you collect them like rain, store them in a jar, that's labeled "pain", would you follow their tracks, from my eyes down my cheeks, as they...
Shower the people you love with soul, let them know that it's real,
Move their mind and touch their heart, let them know how you feel,
It doesn't require a kiss on the lips to seal...
I had emerged without a fight
To be blinded by the light
From the safety of the womb
To an antiseptic room
As I started on my journey
From the cradle to the tomb
I never thought...
I died then.
I died again.
I don't know if i'll die more.
I know only that I am born again,
I know only that I am alive again.
NOTE FROM SANTA
This one isn't mine but I found it long ago and it stuck.
I am sending this note to advise you,
That taxes have taken way,
The things I have found most essential...
NO PLACE FOR DOUBT
you keep making it
look so clear so
mercilessly and unavoidably
obvious that you
really do not need me
I just don’t know
how should I...
I walked a mile with pleasure; she chatted all the way; but left me none the wiser for all she had to say... I walked a mile with sorrow; And ne'er a word said she; But oh! The...
"the best of our yesterdays"
the best of my yesterdays
is where i sleep
the smile that returns to me
is from the loves i knew
the sunlight a little crisper
the joy a little...
I try to see you past the glass to love you
but I see the window to my soul instead. It's like a broken mirror i can't see through,
as the pieces won't be picked up till you've...
Another brick, another stone,
Another layer sustained.
Another level to the wall,
To shield me from the pain.
Another hour, another day,
of longing to be free.
Wishing, wanting and pining for a touch,
A touch that can set my soul on fire and fuel the burning within.
Craving, yearning for that touch so sensual and inviting.
I dream of you...
The blanket wrapped around us
The heat of your body keeping me warm
We looked to the horizon
Watching a new day start to form
We’d been watching stars all night...
Have You Ever
Have you ever looked to the sky
Have you ever wondered what it would like on the other side
Have you ever had a person
Who could make you drool, but now he makes you...
It's funny the places we can be and be inspired to write. In 2000 I was on a boat in the Greek Islands and one moonlit night I was sitting on the bow of the boat looking and the...
Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying...
Dappled sunlight is made plain by you.
A perfect sculpture of symmetry.
Pulchritudinous angles that weakens resolve.
Blinding rose fields yet bow when you are near...
As a kid I was always coloring, drawing, painting, making things, altering my Barbie's hair and clothes. This kind of "play" made me happy, at peace even. Although my...
digital glitch portrait art/photo manipulationI'm really not an artist, I just am obsessed with creating and experimenting with new techniques. Most artists have something to say...
WHAT THE ART IS MADE OF
needs a linen canvas
brushes and paints
cannot do without
cameras and fancy lenses
sculptor needs a stone
or a piece of...
In a way, you are poetry material, you are full of cloudy subtleties. I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out, words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the...
You'd think that I would have posted a poem here lol. But really I write poetry, but only when I'm super sad :(. When I am, poems pour out of me with little effort and I'm told...
I have been an artist a long time . Jack of all master of none type thing. Mostly because I have had to work to find jobs . And work in between being an artist . Visual...
This is a powerful poetic prose . I like the second part after the violin solo.
I always write my emotions and feelings down and it sounds like poetry to me.
Academic curriculum: is it important?
I just graduated university in Architecture, and now I plan on working to becoming a concept artist.
My master thesis was actually about...