The Art of My Life

Wed, 02/11/2015 - 18:08 -- Kay Bee

Come up with a poem of you, they say.

Who are you? What should we know?

To begin with -- I am a simply intricate girl of 18,

with the future on my mind

and a reminiscent heart.

My soul resides at home,

where I find the peace to write this page:


I am what I belive and see.

And what I believe and what I see

is a vast world that needs to be

explored -- to be known.

My curious eye could not dream to see everything;

but it tries.

I graze this world with a touch;

yet leave nothing disturbed


As I leave a whisper of a trace,

I leave, knowing you, and you knowing me.

You ask -- who are you?

Who am I? Me -- who?

I like the sun. I like the world of books,

and a soulful melody.

I like the beautiful pulse of a love.

I have an ambitious spirit --

I am as carefree as the midnight tide,

letting nothing but fate and a whimsical spirit guide me,

returning to and departing from my haven as I please --

returning and departing.


Being me, this is the word of a dreamer.

Yet my page won't be filled

with far fetched and utter nonsense.


I live in a world where curiosity

begs to be satisfied,

and a faithful love guides my step.

You are rational --

Yet so am I. You are me, and I am you.

That's the beauty of life.

At times, I'd rather be the dreamer,

while at others, I am the thoughtful philosopher.

As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me.

In this world we live in,

I can be you, and you can be me.

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