The Artist

For the artist in everyone.

I am an artist.

You can see on my skin words and pictures

Of my past, present, and soon to be future

When I make paint touch paper you can tell I was there

I make you feel beauty in the sorrow

Sad in the mist of happiness.

I’m not average and I refuse to be

I don’t blend I stand

On my own, no copies.

You say I’m useless like I already know this

Like I make no difference

I have a pathetic existence.

You work with numbers I work with words.

You state I fell.

You type I write.

I can express.

I have no limit because I already lye outside everyone else’s.

Never caged always free.

I escape from what is sad when you might still lie in it.

I turn blank pages into beauty

And beauty into words.

You?

Reviews

[Bre]

I appreciate you guys. If you liked this poem you should read my poem Forever. Thanks again.

[Styna]

I like this portrayal of artists. It really touches on the truth of how many outsiders view people who work in the arts, and how artists often view themselves.
Very good :)

[Shaun Payton]

As free as a bird. Wonderful Bre:)

[Bre]

Thanks

[Peter H]

very triumphantly express . your piece sends a clear message to others that we should not settle for the mundane we should hold stead in the dire and keep on going exquisite write magnificent so much resolve was within this poem .