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I wish I had a dictionary for a brain and thesaurus for a soul Then I could paint words with flamboyant strokes And. highlight each of my subjects in bold.
I love I do to rhyme it's true. There's nothing that I'd rather do. Not rather would I like to swim. Not watch tv, I'd rather sing. Songs that rhyme I love the most. I love the way a chorus goes.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, February 27, 2013. I write because it provides a rich and cultured medium in which to share your thoughts and project your emotions onto.
If written words ceased to exist,. I would be lost, words are a gift,. To explore and create,. Of the evil we compensate,. With our words of beauty and grace,.
Graffiti Art decorates the landscape. An urban life the spray can paints. Creative gems scattered in our city. Depicting happiness along with the gritty. In a concrete jungle a uniformed...
We all have a voice; what we say, write, create has impacts of it's own, the power you have within your voice will only shine through when you learn to use it wisely.
But what is the future of poetry. And what is the past.
Gather round and listen carefully I will say this only once, A change of heart I've had, I think I've been a dunce.
As I run my fingers. over the dry canvas. I can feel each purposeful. Stroke and the. Meaning of each swipe. I understand the. Integrity no one seems to. Picture in that feeble heart. Of yours.
I have followers who support me. I have poems for them to see. I have a rank which describes me. I have comments which responds my poem. I receive likes from them. I don't care for the rank I lose.
In a bird a man flies, A cartographer of endless sky. In a man a bird spies, A topographer of his ascending life. In a mind the ink dries, A calligrapher of hidden lies.
It was one of those days where I had so little to do that I had a chance to relax and enjoy myself. Gave off some extra energy and anger by having a great workout.
I'm not the best at writting. I'm not the best with words. My English teacher says I'm no good. Unlike the other nerds. I try to phrase a sentence. I misspell loads of words.
#colourchallenge Ashen bones, my friends Is all we are, In the end. You may wish Armani, You may Superdry, You may seek Ferrari, But all I ask is Why.
Art and words do they combine. pictures drawn to another's words complimentary entwine. Together two angles, A rhythm of matter But can someone's pictures show the flow of another's chatter.
I think it's quite apt for me to come back, It's taken a while to get over the crap. Don't know if you've missed me, Not sure if I care. But having no outlet is more than I can bare.
You don't appreciate me, You don't even understand, That science is not my strength, That you can't create my future or plan.
I'm a rightful. Sight sound taster. Mind full of insightful safe and sound creations. Mind deviating is a disaster. The flows there to master. Life's master flow is faster. I want to taste a rainbow.
So I joined this thing called Opuss, I must say it is rather good, You can share your stories with the world, Like all the best writers should.
Drift through the daze, Of scattered years, Cold cobweb chairs, And hairspray tears. Dance through the air, Above the ground, Vibrating light, And flashing sound.
Street Art, taking over the city, Colour up the grime and make it look pretty, Street Art, a political displeasure, One man's waste is another man's treasure.
Words are life. Words are death. Words excite, Words can stress. Words are magic, Magic are words, Not absurd. Just unheard. Words are pleasure, Words are pain. Hard to measure, Hard to tame.
Thick, thin. Pencil, pen. Art is so boring. We've yet to begin. No pictures to be drawn. No photos to be taken. It's left us all. Rather shaken. Taking notes. On different subjects of art.
I speak the tongue of poetry, Of stories yet untold, A speech that I won't ever lose, I'll have until I'm old.