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Your Painting | A Poem for ThatsAweSam

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,

Can see.

 

A brief glimpse of what it means to be inside your beautiful painting

Of a mind.

 

 

-Hope xoxo

 

Thank you ThatsAweSam for liking my post and liking my blog. I hope you enjoy this little poem that I made for you. ❤

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Art is risk”

-Troye Sivan

Egged

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

Friendship and Birthdays

Today was my dear friend, K’s, birthday party. Now to begin with, K is one of the best people I have ever known.

Me and K at my high school graduation in June :)

K and I at my high school graduation in June 🙂

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-

Isn't it adorable? I'm the bottom left character.

Isn’t it adorable? I’m the bottom left character.

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.

-Hope xoxo