Sunday, February 26, 2017

Evergreen

Sin and retribution
It would be my last punishment
I am
a person who
remembered
the comfort of the trees,
remembered the
warm, dusty leaves,
and the cold, enormous sky. Strange how
sleepless hours
made no sound.

Friday, February 24, 2017

I Am A Writer

I am not an artist, I am a writer.
I pour my emotions into blank pages.
I piece my work together like a puzzle,
But I eventually pick it clean.
The clutter, the flaws.
Four pages break down to two.
No more clutter, but plenty of flaws.
And yet, those flaws resemble my style.
Everyone has their own style;
Van Gogh, Shakespeare.
I am writing for only one audience:
Me.
Writing is hard.
Don't believe anyone who tells you that it's not.
Painting must be hard, too.
Creating a scene on a canvas,
Or even a slab of glass.
It's art. Of course it's hard.
It could be a leather bound book,
Or a poster.
Either way, an artist's emotions hide in their work.
Are you an artist?