Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I wear a red flower in my hair and a bright red dress, today in your honor. To celebrate your life, the vivid colors of your personality. Each ray of your smile, reflecting a different prism of You. To recall the twangy way you called me Señorita, the memory of your twinkly, mischievous eyes. The sc...

Heartbreaking news...I will never forget your words, Clay January. My colorful friend and one of my soulful inspirations in this crazy, poetic world. My Lightning Rod, you were one of the first to believe in my writing and my drive when I cracked open my poetry to the world as a teenager. I will alw...

I will be fearless!

and conquer that patch of grass
over there called World.

Gracias Arcadia! Como estas?

My wonderful Clay,

I can't believe all that has happened while I was away, and it has broken my heart to learn of your struggles. Thing is, I know you are one hardcore son of a gun and can conquer anything. My thoughts and my heart are with you, beautiful poet.

Sending you all of my love,
Lucy

Porcelain Dreams The plane lands, and you pray, pray You can hold it in. Make it to the hotel before your intestines burst. Why had you eaten that chicken piccata on the flight? Damn that second screwdriver! Was there a Dunkin Donuts close to the hotel? You knew once you’d unloaded, you’d be cravin...

Great poem!! I can completely relate, it's as though you've written my life story...crazy...

Exactly! One is tempted to ask questions, but really, it isn't necessary, is it?

A good read!

Thank you, saw.

I'm going through a transitional phase- I'm not sure where I'll end up, but I hope in one way or another, I can contribute to society. I have this feeling in my heart sometimes, a sense of heaviness for all those who suffer...I feel helpless, I just want to do something...

Yes, an ode to the unnamed individuals who give their all, without a commendation through the struggle.

I'd like a peek of a few more confessions like these...

Joel, you are an amazing force. Your words build foundations, upon which your readers grow, expand their thoughts...

I was sipping my morning cup of tea, 8:54 a.m. Shuffling around senior caseload profiles, waiting for the computer to load. These minutes before the craziness begins, I contemplate a multitude of things. Yet this specific Tuesday morning, 8:54 a.m., I am hit by a cinder block of realization. What am...

This recalls a different time and place...memories of youth and happiness and simplicity...I like this...

Heh. I like this.