ArtA Poem by NTo be an Artist is to give up everything you love for your work, to be unable to give up anything your work.It's a disease, no, it's worse, it's the worse type of drug, more terrible than alcohol There is no stopping it, no cure It spreads around your soul, at first a shield, then it clings and sticks to you. It's still a shield, yes, but now there's no getting rid of it Even if you wanted to And you don't You never will It's a punchbag, a place for you to channel your anger. It's a lesson, a way for you to teach the world in the most complicated way It's a discovery, of yourself that you never knew It's terrible, it's frightening, it's terrifyingly horrid. It's a whole nother world Neither on Earth Nor in Heaven but somewhere in between somewhere much more frightening I think it's close to hell I cannot be sure But I think the path must have gone right past the door But it must have gone by Heaven too For the angel's have taken it up The innocent creatures Have taken up a task so horrid A task better left for us And I know if you asked me to stop it, If you put me through hell, begged, yelled, threatened, starved, tortured, I would never give it up I wouldn't be able Because I love it Love it more than I'll ever love any boy any friend any family member It's something, no one who hasn't felt would ever understand We love our work more than anything we've ever done We love it I love it It's more than fun It's more than a feeling It's more than a hobby It's more than me It's art
© 2012 NAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNMDAboutEver since I could remember, I have loved to read. Reading helped me escape from my life and enter a new one that always made more sense to me then the life that was mine. I began escaping into my da.. more..Writing
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