of letting go,
of feeling pen
on paper skin–
we are all
cut out dolls
made with razor sharp scissors
and make my art the way I want to.
I will whisper away
those sad navy blues
and caress them with specks of gold
found only at the bottom of the ocean–
where all artists can drop their ink
December 4, 2015
art, home, identity, let go, letting go, ocean, pen, skin |
Tagged #poetry, art, artist, gold, home, identity, let go, letting go, ocean, paper, pen, return |
Lately, instead of writing consistent poems, I’ve done small drawings of people accompanied by their thoughts/a quick story and a saying on their shirt. I’ll share some here (although I’m not ready to share any of my drawings! I’m no artist, trust me). The saying is the second phrase of each “poem”:
Our “real” selves
don’t need to be thought of
embellished or held.
Do not attach yourself
to any one thing –
you will find me in the space between…
The letting go is where true strength lies.
running through you
do not judge a thing–
the sky will remain blue for you
don’t you see?
Look all in the eyes,
tilt your head back,
let it go–
society is a disguise,
not a truth,
don’t you know?
September 21-23, 2015
acceptance, letting go, narratives, self, society, stories, truth |
Tagged #poetry, acceptance, letting go, narratives, poems, self, society, stories, truth |