some writing is just a ramble if words thrown together
in order to form a rhyming pattern
or to impress
lets be more than that
life has certain turn outs for everyone
yet i feel like very few obey
take the thoughts out of your mind darling
throw your heart on the empty page and on the line
pour your brains out not only on the table but on the page too
its nothing without you
without your words or your ideas
a page is just a page
a blank page of nothingness
till your heart suddenly touches it
till your mind spills over it
than its art
yes art
words are art, words are communication, words are....
true
if you allow it to be
there is not a single person out there who cannot write
you just cannot be truthful
take a page write it out
you may wear your heart on your sleeve
but whats on your page sweetheart?
whats on your mind?
what are your deepest darkest most inner thoughts?
if not in words than paint it out
yes paint
now i aint no painter
sure wish i was
being able to throw all your emotion into a single canvas
and hang it out for all to see for all to understand
how i wish i could paint words
paint a poem that just dosnt sound right on paper
but in the colors of paint
it could have a whole new meaning
it just not make sense to just not speak your mind
art is not just art
it is a way of life
a way of truth
a way to show to colors how they are meant to be
wither it be through a collection of words
or in the many shades of paint on a canvas
it is always true
it is always individual
and some one
always
understands.... who you really are
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem