Saturday, July 2, 2011

The Art, the art

As parts connect and the buzzing starts
it sends thrills of electricity straight to my heart
As the piercing comes and the teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

As I escape into the daily rhythmic ritual
I wonder how I ever let it get so hatefully habitual
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

As out the storefront life slowly creeps on by
think "I'm to cool for school and I'm way to fly"
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

It never shows emotion not an ounce of a care
leaving loved ones in its wake unwilling to share
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always comes first

I try to tell myself to move on take control of my life
but it's will is to strong and I can't handle the strife
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

It used to be good as a part of what makes me, me
but now it's drunk on power and makes up the majority
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

The art is not literal or what you might think
it's the art of hiding my true self and quelling my stink
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

So consider this my admittance and heartfelt apology
I'm sorry I've let the art take over am no longer me
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

3 comments:

  1. Oooo, nice twist on this here write!

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  2. L is for lovely. Your poem truly touched me tonight. Congratulations on your remission. Keep up the fight! La

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  3. amazing poetry.

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