Remember the artist, band, writer, poet, actor, or comedian who touched your heart, brightened your day, helped you through a rough patch, altered your view of the world or how you saw yourself? Remember that artist who affected you so much that it changed your life?
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Sometimes we, as artists, hold our creations close to the vest when they are meant to be released into the wild, to find new life and horizons beyond their creators.
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I flay myself
on the altar of art,
cut down to the bone,
break every last part.
I write it on paper,
type it into my phone,
share it with the world,
and feel utterly alone.
Creating art is an intentional act
of learning about oneself
and the world around us.
Art is…
A poem is not found
in an abundance of words.
Nor is it unnecessarily complex.
Poetry is found in the heart
and in the connection it makes.
Semantic reverie
and grammatical conundrums
collide within the mind.
Words laid thick,
drip from canvas
to floor below.