ART
Poetry
When I can’t say it I write it
I put my pen to the paper and let my heart flow til whats said is needed and whats needed is said
Until . I. Get . It . Out . My head
I can’t stop
When mouth won’t move and my words escape me
I play it.
Cause music is my release
It opens the door to my soul
To tell stories untold
That only your heart can hear
I close my eyes and feel with my soul
cause music is in control
Wen my mouth won’t move and my words escape me and my fingers refuse to play
I grab my paint brush my paint and isles and do it another way
I get into a trance as my paint brush dance
Dances across the canvas
As it hides the words I couldn’t say and the sings the melody I couldn’t play
And when the last stroke has been placed ad I know I’m done
I step bacck to see what I have created
Yes, a masterpiece.
I see the words, the melody, hidden but clear to me
You can only see
If you see, if you feel
It’s like a fire that wont cease
To suppress it would causes much pain
It runs through my veins
It’s soaked in my bones
When my mouth won’t move, my words escape me , my fingers refuse to play and my paint brush wont dance
I feel it cause
I AM ART
And
Art is me
-Trulei
