artistic; a word I could never use to describe myself
rip apart my skin pore by pore
until i am just a body with holes
then drop me in generic creativity
maybe then i can absorb some artistic capability
not continue to breathe cheap knock-off ideas
and praise myself for crediting them as my own
continually tangling myself in broken lies to try to trick my own mind
to believe that i have any sort of ingenuity
fragile lies; breaking easily when conveyed to others
great foundation only exists in my mind
yet smart enough to see cracks when explaining to others
what a waste. a waste of humanity.
we are all mediums of this life, like water.
the way we live our lives,
are the energy travelled through us.
merely living, leaves water still
artistry, creativity, ingenuity
is the most powerful energy.
just bodies of water
waiting for energy to turn us into
waves
but i am still water
medium: watercolor
poem: 10042015
painting: 23062015