![]() I Am an ArtistA Poem by Melody![]() Something with a little more truth. I didn't focus on rhythm or meter at all. I didn't really want to...![]() I began as a flutist... Twiddling fingers on silver intrument... This is how I became an artist. But to be honest, I wasnt all that' briliant, And I'm not being modest.
I admit, I had boyfriend after boyfriend, I don't think they fit the role very well. None of them were going to be the one that saved me, soulmate, a godsend. But one of their names has always been the once-rung-still echoing bell... I admit, he actually sort of stung, He made me want to scream. He was the one strengthening one amung. But then he made me want to wallow in the tasty depths of ice cream.
I waited..No...I counted the days, He never came, I never got my way. I guess I was just a simple bored game. I got over it, After a awhile, I subtly missed his voice saying "come here, baby." Eventually something raised my spirits, but I was introduced to poetry.
Now look at me, standing above all that sad self-pity. I'm an artist, I'd think I'm a pretty bold teen, After all, he got what he deserved, I've finally eaten off my crust. Now after all this time, I'd say, "hey look here, I don't need a team, I finally learned to get a little mean." I don't have a want to be rude, but I'm happy I'm not worried, no, now I'm an artist. I hate to be a little brute, but sometmes you just gotta be a little crude.
I am an artist I have learned who to trust and to make art out of dust and old multi-colord rust
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I'm quite proud of myself, I never really thought that I'd make it this far. I'd never let some one trophy me on his shelf. I'm pretty damn happy that I my heart wasn't stuffed into a jar.
Everyone I know, they were a little shocked, I guess they didn't really expect me to stand up and shake you off. But no Sir, I've got my heart locked and blocked. I just stood up, shook you off, looked down and scoffed.
I am artist. You did me a favor. Granted, I'm nowhere near the smartest, but you made me braver, not a caver.
I am an artist, I have learned who to trust and make art out of dust and old-multi-colored rust. © 2012 MelodyAuthor's Note
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Added on July 16, 2012Last Updated on July 16, 2012 Author![]() MelodyTXAboutMy name is Melanie. Not the best name. Not the worst. I am a person. Not the best. Not the worst. I am Melanie. more..Writing
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