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Nobody will ever love an artwork
as passionately as the artist
And nobody will ever hate an artwork
as deeply as the artist,
cause it holds a part of themselves inside
And it might be a photograph of
the beauty of their mind
but also a mirror for
the abysses of
their soul
as passionately as the artist
And nobody will ever hate an artwork
as deeply as the artist,
cause it holds a part of themselves inside
And it might be a photograph of
the beauty of their mind
but also a mirror for
the abysses of
their soul
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Literature
Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration
Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration:
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the li
Literature
Poetry,
She is stardust leaving sweet bones
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
Literature
She=art
I draw her
I sing her
I write her
She's the perfect piece of art
And she's mine
No one like her
Not even close
Not a human creature
Perfectly featured
Silky voice, radiating smile
Deep and innocent eyes
Pure heart, soul without sin
Gorgeous body, incredible skin
She is a drawing
She is a song
She is a poem
She is an art that comes from my soul
The way of saying words I love you
The way explaining how I feel
This is the way, the way I show you
And all you need, is giving in…
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Winning piece of the 4th Weekly Lit Contest! I´m really really honoured, thank you for your support!
Winning piece of the 4th Weekly Lit Contest! I´m really really honoured, thank you for your support!
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