create
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To be an artist is to create
something that expresses
abstract emotions and to translate
them into the language of the senses.
Medicine
It’s been apart of my life ever since I was little
I hated medicine
All the pokes and pins
All the stickers and Batman bandaids to make me feel better
It's a wordit's a passionit's a life.
It's carefulit's creative and alive.
It's beautifuland silentbut it speaks.
it's a world whereanyone can be.
Never did I think eyes so expressive
A nod so profound
Yet my heart filled with pride
As someone else gazed upon my Creation
Then up at me
Still and alert
A second passes
My fingers graze the back of the page on which I spilled my soul. I run them over the indentations where my pen carved my feelings into the pure, white, sheet. How is it that such an act could be considered normal?
All I ever wanted was to love.
To learn from past people's progress
To open my mind to new ideas
To vizualize a world unknown
To eventually create my own.
Different,
Yes,
But just like you;
Only I have a gift.
I can make castles,
So pure,
So clean.
Watch,
I'll show you.
This city,
A city of glass,
I wake up wishing I had't,
for seeing this world in a negative light has become habit.
The only thing that helps me survive
is a band,
for music is what keeps me alive.
Radiant light heats the body and begin to make it melt
Eyes set on the melting body watch its every movement
The melting essence speaks its words as its been told before
here my eyes slowly blink
i'm not sure what she's saying
the mechanical pencil in my hand
clicks to reveal some lead
click click click
i break the thin cyclinder
click click click
I feel electric walking through a park engulfed with happy princes, children skipping, people playing to their laughter. singing strings of guitars in this park the mirth of drooping spilling coins in their cases.
On the days you don’t feel appreciated
Just know that we are here
To guide you through the thunderstorms
And comfort you out of fear
I find myself writing as a poet
and as a writer
things in this world I don't understand
trying to decipher
life's mysteries, and working hard to understand
our freedoms, liberties
I am solid, but my lips...
They are writhing, flowing, alive.
I am to create,
To breathe life into the death
Pervading my world.
But I am still.
Mouths create words, create phrases,
When I was younger, I had the idea that reality was like a soft sheet,
If you were scared, you could cower back into the comfort of what you know to be home,
If you were angry, you could rip it to shreds,
I wish there were more people
who walked around the streets with sighs that read:
"Free Hugs!"
I hate to admit,
and I know others are too,
that in my life,
I needed those people.
I am unstable. I am fine. The dark eyed boy in Physics says I'm a dime. He is audacious to call a quarter a dime.
My reflection is in my eyes
And in my hands
They are always moving
Trying to find an abode
Trying to find a cause
Looking upon the distant faces
With no color to define them
May the sun kiss you
With unconditional love from the universe
On one condition though:
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed
There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become
The crazy twirl that destincts
Who she is
The girl I was years ago is gone
Creativity comes in whispers..
I grab them hastily,
Holding them in my head,
making them tranquile.
Ive done the impossible
With the swift of a wrist
I fit the pieces
That didnt exist
“You walk funny.”
These words have plagued my school experience.
No one knows the reason behind this walk,
They don’t know that my muscles don’t work and I’m slower than the rest
I don’t know much about life
But I know about art
Art is a hard task; there are no shortcuts
Art is not always beautiful
It sometimes can be depressing
The right brush can create a masterpiece
The world is surrounded with thing of a dream.
The stars are all shining; look at them gleam!
Though things might get harder, we can still sing.
Let us live for our new day so we can live in Beauty!
Well this is quite a surprise.
I've never been asked this inquiry before.
From the tip of my pencil
And the curves of my lines
I create.
I see a face.
An ear.
An arm.
I feel.
The image rises
And it is no
Stranger to me.
It is my
Creation.
We love to hate but hate to love
everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up
we pour ourselves into our jeans
trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
I stare at myself in the mirror,
And the image looking back at me is one that is disappointing,
I look in the mirror and the body that appears infront of me,
does not match my mind.
Adrenaline pumps as a worry wart scurries, preparing the utter but cruel fate of the "real" world. Tick tock, a race against the clock, call me White Rabbit as I tend to fret for the minute feelings in a myriad of ways.
These things really do happen.
We're told our whole lives that if we dream it, we can make it happen
Stick with that sport, hobbie, job or talent and it will eventually happen
We drift away to Narnia in our sleep,
if only to gain some solace from the dreadful company we keep.
In spite of the futility of it,
we crave and thrive within the vicinity of our creation.
The Birth
Creativity was born that day
Words erupt onto the paper
In a volcanic spew of notes and rhythms
Fire licks its way up my throat
As smoke clouds my eyes
A resurrection of the soul
many dream
i have dreamt
dreaming makes us human
imagination makes us live
having a passion fills you with excitement and sets you free
making videos would be my dream job
writing has inspired me
There are seven billion people on this planet that I have yet to meet,
and one hundred ninety-five countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
life is like a canvas
u add paint
chage the color
make the design
but with this canvass you are never sure
on how the canvas would look
or how people will percieve it
To the poet who uses words to explore,
to you who thinks you know more,
you manipulate a bondage of words to stage,
I the historial who studies the past,
Create a world that is your own.
In any time, screen or stone.
Life is clay and the living are the sculptors.
With several personalities,gentile or vulgar.
We are our own artists.
To create a masterpiece means creating something that no one else has done.
To create a masterpiece is to create something that people are afraid to create
you know its spring when,a chalky finger points the wayon the face of broken pavement too,a tulip gardens bed and,a splash of color grows.
There's a girl I knew
Who wore a curtain over her face
That blurred the person underneath
And stole her precious personality
She lived on cloud 9
In a house made of broken hearts
What can I say?
Life...
It strikes me to my very core.
The warmth grows inside,
Empowers me to feel even more.
Oh the energy built up within!
Let loose your madness and create!
You look up at me wishing your lives would change, sometimes with tears in your eyes, other times angry with hearts full of hate. I listen to your dreams and hopes every night and can't help but wander what it is to dream, to love, to live.
So much talent,
And I know I have the energy
I see beauty in everything.
In every blade of grass
In every piece of trash,
I see intricacy.
The problem is finding the time,
The time to create.
The beast in me has woken up. The howling of the light that shone through my soul untied the knot of frenetic encapsulation.
This world around me is shattering.
Ever so slowly
Piece by piece
They crack and fall.
To reveal something ugly
Something broken.
I know it started with a cry.
Bright light in my eyes—a breath, my parent’s sighs.
They said “welcome to the world,”
Our world.
I’d come to know it, soon enough.
To me the world began small.
Go where you must
The people don't choose,
You are in charge of what you do with you.
It may seem hard,
a little rough,
But all things considered don't ever bluff.
Don't lie or cheat,
Suffocating in darkness
As a diseased light paved my way
I attempted to scale the barriers
That separated me from the outside where life thrived
