When fletched by cupid’s arrow of love
a fiery flame lasting and strong
springs from our heart and soul
then in an instant we think we have it all,
...
The Bay
The ruby dusk falls, the horned moon sleeps no more
and there I stand upon the ocean shore,
...
O Thanatos,
Pitiless, awful and hateful towards all
death bearer and dark Night’s son
whose heart is cold as ice and hard as bronze,
...
The artist must
He must contrive with the works of God
He must strive to craft the odd
...
I'm a 21 year old artist who likes to write and I see writing as another art form to express myself, for me both have a lot in common whether it is depicted drawn or written they are two compatible ways of expression. you might notice in history and modern society that it is not vey uncommon to see artists being poets as well.)
Cupid’s Arrow
When fletched by cupid’s arrow of love
a fiery flame lasting and strong
springs from our heart and soul
then in an instant we think we have it all,
in a dream where everything is so colorful
we cry and laugh and act like fools,
but at the end, the unfortunate ones weep like a child
just born from her mother’s womb,
and the thorn heart hurts more than a bleeding wound
Will the windows of the soul cease to dropp tears of echoing woe?
At that we wish our waterish eyes withered
Like a droughty river that the morning star has shriveled.