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artist

Posted: May 6th, 2009, 10:07 pm
by constantine
but you don't understand
i want to be an artist
i want to give everything
everything i have
i want you to know my parents
my childhood, i want
to take you to the playground
and down the woods
i've got things inside me
just like you, we're no different
i've got to make you see that
i've got to see it myself
it isn't a game or hobby
it's deeper than that
it's complex
too much inside my head
53 cats are in my head
i see their faces sometimes
before i fall asleep
i can't stand my life
i want to be an artist

Posted: May 7th, 2009, 1:28 pm
by mtmynd
you've got one heck of a sense of humor, Dino... me gusta! ;)

Posted: May 8th, 2009, 2:38 am
by Nazz
art imitates life, sometimes.
someone said that, some time.
and probably the opposite too.

Posted: May 8th, 2009, 6:57 am
by stilltrucking
What I love most about cats is their amygdala and the fact that they handle rejection so well.

I remember those cats. She is an artist. She does beautiful work.

sorry about the ramble
but thanks for the poetry
__________________________

My sister Myself

When she was a kid she would tell me that she wished she had never been born. I was stunned. Many times I wished I was dead but I never thought to wish I had never been born.

Posted: May 28th, 2009, 9:47 am
by SmileGRL
when i grow up i want to be an artist...me too! ...& the ache within the ache...i get that a lot. nice to read you again, constantine.

Posted: May 28th, 2009, 7:32 pm
by constantine
thanks. nice to see you back

Posted: May 28th, 2009, 8:16 pm
by Doreen Peri
yeah me too
:D

enjoyed the poem

Posted: May 28th, 2009, 9:07 pm
by constantine
thanks reeni!

Posted: May 30th, 2009, 7:12 pm
by Yejun
Eliot? Didn't he say something about the artist's goal being to get away from yourself.

Cats, artistic ambition, sense of self.

Oh wait, nicely done.

Posted: June 1st, 2009, 1:51 pm
by .Lucy.
I want to be a writer,
except that I already am.
This of course, I say
as I pen my writings
into the voidless nothingness
of eternity.

I want to see my work published,
except I already have.
This of course, I say
as my words stomp about quietly
in the abyss of cyberspace
ready to be googled into obscurity.

I want to work on my craft,
except I already am.
This of course, I say
as I work a job that kills my creativity
and live in a space
where my writer's block selfishly inhabits
on a permanent basis.

I want.
This is what keeps me going.

LT

Posted: June 1st, 2009, 9:35 pm
by hester_prynne
The last two lines say it all.
Hallelujah and amen.
H 8)