"ART"

February 5, 2013

ART

A word defined by three single letters

Three individually meaningless letters.

However, when all combined, they yield a word that possesses many meanings.

All forms accepted

Realism, impressionism or surrealism

True beauty reflected through the artists eyes

Creation and creativity captured

All within the confines of the mere surface area of a canvas

Everyone is an artist,

Each day, every moment, of every minute, and every second they exist on this Earth.

An endless creative streak flows within you

Your life is your canvas and the world is your stage

Paint, preform and practice to your very best

The world is waiting for you

ART SPEAKS FROM THE MIND AND PROJECTS FROM THE SOUL

"Who Am I?"

February 5, 2013

Who is the girl, a reclusive apparition?

Her mind overwhelmed by broken butterflies and black dogs.

An overachiever and perfectionist, the aspirant novelist.

The girl that always helps others, but never expects anything in return.

Her life surrounded by misfortune.

A mystery to the world and those around her.

Concealed.

KIA

February 7, 2013

Kindness and quirkiness makes her
Intelligence flows within her
An actively creative mind completes her

Black Billows

Just a piece I wrote for one of my classes...

Black billows surround her once innocent mind. Fueled by fear, feeding off anxieties and spewing out hopelessness and despair out of her very soul. An innermost darkness fills the very being that has the misfortune of being consumed. The world is black and grey, no other colour of the spectrum in sight. Pebbles gradually gather up the mountain until the weight is just too much to bear. Pebble mountain, of triggers and stressors which rapidly transform into Mount Everest of turmoil. Her mind snaps like a brittle twig and the pebbles come tumbling down, crushing her body and soul. Pointy spikes of cold metal pierce into her wrists as pitches of wailing whispers deface her soul. Swift spirits coil around her, slowly squeezing the very life out of her. Virtuous butterflies soon transform into ravenous snakes, filled with toxic acrimony, longing for blood. The aroma of ferrous oxide fills her nostrils as tints of red liquescent (liquid) drip slowly down the lack of flesh still remaining on her. Cold is all she feels, deadness in her very soul.