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They tell me I’ll understand
when I’m older.
That I shouldn’t be an artist.
But
I want to be those crumpled papers
in the corner of my room,
and the late nights I stayed awake
blinking at the moon.
And even though I lack the supplies
and ideas are far away,
I feel artistic blood
running through my veins.
I’m that empty spray can
left in the shadows of the walls
where street art’s been made
but the name’s not there at all.
And I’m that lonely artist
who fears of sticking out
because all the art critics
feel the urge to not speak, but shout.
And I’m that girl standing by the window,
staring in,
wanting those paints and brushes,
pencils and pens,
and the city that hushes
when my art makes its
way in.
when I’m older.
That I shouldn’t be an artist.
But
I want to be those crumpled papers
in the corner of my room,
and the late nights I stayed awake
blinking at the moon.
And even though I lack the supplies
and ideas are far away,
I feel artistic blood
running through my veins.
I’m that empty spray can
left in the shadows of the walls
where street art’s been made
but the name’s not there at all.
And I’m that lonely artist
who fears of sticking out
because all the art critics
feel the urge to not speak, but shout.
And I’m that girl standing by the window,
staring in,
wanting those paints and brushes,
pencils and pens,
and the city that hushes
when my art makes its
way in.
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He is Art
He is art.
His hands are the right size,
and his smile is perfectly lopsided.
His eyes are dark,
but in the sun they're brighter than you can imagine.
They draw you in.
He's addictive.
His abs are defined the right amount.
His arms are long enough to wrap around you,
and hold you.
He is art.
He can make you laugh when you do not want to,
but make you want to so badly.
You come to him when there is no one around,
even when there is.
He lets you borrow his strength and if that's not enough,
he lends more help.
He gives me everything.
He is art.
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I am an Artist.
I am an artist;
An artist of deep words
and elongated sentences.
I cannot stroke a paper
and create beauty
with paint and pencils.
The beauty I create, though,
is made to be read;
understood.
I know,
no one likes the person
complaining,
but surely
others must have noticed
the inequalities
between one
who creates worlds with paint
and another
who creates worlds with ink.
We are one in the same.
We have one purpose really.
We are all artists.
Literature
Missing Pieces.
I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
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This poem was from an English class activity when a poet came in and taught us a few things today. I really hope you guys enjoy this because I felt like this one really came from the heart. Peace.
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wow....i always feel this way very touching and i like it since it's ...relatable.
i mean i don't know if i'm an artist. If i say that i am people will expect me to draw fabulous paintings and portraits and landscapes. But i just can't. Most of the time i don't even know what i'm drawing.
And parents and adults are always telling kids to grow up and get a 'stable' job like being a lawyer or a business person. Like how people laugh at a kid when they're like 'i'm gonna be famous'!
yeah. super long comment. sry.
endofstory.
i mean i don't know if i'm an artist. If i say that i am people will expect me to draw fabulous paintings and portraits and landscapes. But i just can't. Most of the time i don't even know what i'm drawing.
And parents and adults are always telling kids to grow up and get a 'stable' job like being a lawyer or a business person. Like how people laugh at a kid when they're like 'i'm gonna be famous'!
yeah. super long comment. sry.
endofstory.