They say a picture’s worth a thousand words,
But clearly the omnipotent “they” has never seen
A painting worthy of millions of words or
A painting that can’t be described using borrowed words and languages so often used.
Art sometimes can’t be memorialized onto written paper
Instead it is one of the few things that can you make you feel
The roar of the ocean or the calm of a forest
Just by gazing on its painted strokes
And not saying a word at all.
To paint is the very definition of creating
To take simple reds and blues
To transform and make all different hues.
To paint means to have a vision
Of the best dream you can dream,
Being able to take that thought,
Create a tangible piece by which others,
The people in this moment and the people in the moments to come,
A brief glimpse of what it means to be inside your beautiful painting
Of a mind.
Thank you ThatsAweSam for liking my post and liking my blog. I hope you enjoy this little poem that I made for you. ❤
Art is risk”
This is a spoken word poem I wrote for my ENGL280 class, be nice and I hope you all enjoy the shit out of it
The 2014 San Diego State Take Back the Night walk hoped to draw attention to sexual violence and rape culture inside of fraternity activities. Peaceful protestors who walked down “frat” row, received obscenities yelled at them, dildos waved from windows, and eggs thrown from passing cars –
In that moment, I felt hated
sickening ooze cracked through thin membrane
dribbled down my face.
Hey bitch, you know you wanted it
Idiots hollered from their houses
we walked slowly –
let the yellow rape culture
clear embryo trickle down our cheeks.
Our moment of solidarity
Today was my dear friend, K’s, birthday party. Now to begin with, K is one of the best people I have ever known.
She has always been a kind, loving, creative, and fun friend and the other day she turned 17. She and I have known each other since 6th grade, but we hadn’t been good friends until I was about 16 and she was 15.
She is my sister.
She knows so much about me and I know so much about her. We have a lot in common, but also not a lot which definitely keeps our friendship interesting. I basically love her a hella lot and wouldn’t be who I am without her. She’s helped me grow so much and I’d like to think that I’ve helped her grow too.
As for the rest of the party, it was so lovely to see everyone. The majority of the group was from my creative writing class that I took and helped lead in my junior and senior year of high school. It was almost like a reunion.
Seeing everyone was incredibly fun and brought back so many great memories. Tonight we even made some memories. At one point, half of the party sat on the trampoline and just asked each other questions. At another point, we all played Cards Against Humanity and realized that we are all hilariously awful people.
One of the artists in the group, H, gave K this as her birthday present-
And beautiful shit like this just makes me realize how blessed I was and am to have had such amazing and creative friends in high school. These people love and support me so much and I don’t know what I’d be without them.
I’m sorry for bragging, No One, it’s just the only thing on my mind.