Colors coming in waves.
Reaching reaches reached past brain waves.
Going beyond imagination.
Bringing vivid illustrations.
Shadows of what wants to be revealed.
Conveyed to display what is real.
Feelings in a motion of thoughts.
The colors of the universe found in us.
Shining in the night.
The promise of the light.
We have all heard this saying before, “stand out”. As an artist, I have discovered that from every corner of the globe, people keep saying to build your brand, your voice, your signature, to allow your legacy to be defined by what you bring to the table. This is in part true but what I have also learned is that it can limit you.
We are all trying to find our identity in this world. We see a style and try to adapt to it, try to be a part of the culture or whatever is around you. Just because of something influencing you doesn’t necessarily mean you will adopt it. We are ” finding” ourselves. This being said, we are not subjected to “stand out”. Let’s all face it right here, now, each one of us will not be rich, get a million dollar book deal, be recognized in the blogger’s hall of fame, and etc. Some people are needed to be that happy garbage man or delivery guy and in reality, the world is a moving body of people, a collective.
I’m an artist, specifically a writer, poet, and your average day human being. I have cravings, desires, and etc but will all of them be met in my lifespan, probably not. Yet I will not let that phase me. I will continue to write because it is something I love and I will paint because it is something that I feel helps me express what I feel or think. Some people won’t gravitate to what I like or even what I do and guess what? That’s fine with me. I understand though that the way I perceive things or convey something will always be different. 2 people can come up with the same idea but it will never be the same story or concept (unless plagiarized of course).
The reason I am writing this post is that I feel like people lose a sense of creativity or they force something that shouldn’t be forced. Just write the story you wish to write or paint the painting you want to wait, sing the songs you want to sing.
Spinning around in circles.
Met with the opposition in the direction of emotions.
Colors sway as the motion of hurdles come alive.
Met in a canvas displayed of life.
Touching ever so slightly but avoiding embrace.
Grin forming from the darkness.
Shadow of evil.
Line cast with a heart upon the water. Though fishes swim amidst the seas, you are more than sayings sung. Pure poetry. Besides the calming nights or storms that may rage, your company is shared, bringing serenity. Eclipsing blinding light, now basking and emanating from behind. Complete beauty flowing from within to surfaces touched by radiant light. Kept in your gaze and never wavering choices made. The dawning of love now bestowed in the moonlight. Find me in the night, embarking on journeys end, life revealing our love story.
The look of a thousand deaths.
Echoing beyond explanation.
Seen across space and time, now lingering upon an uncommon surface.
Curled expressions forming desolate thoughts as gravity shifts emotions.
It now looks on, incarnate and frozen, petrified.
You feel all possible moves have been made and you are surrounded by impossible odds against you that you thought weren’t possible. What you thought could never happen, happens. Maybe your world is turned upside down, either way, you’re not alone.
I can’t really explain what has been going on in my life as of yet. I’ve spent the last few months growing as a man. I could say without a doubt I’m in a serious relationship and that I continue to grow. I have learned to combine my gifts and display it with ease. I have become even more confident in my own abilities and who I am as a person.
It is tough, this thing we call life, I actually could agree that it is harder the older you get. I honestly could not picture my life being the way it is now but I’m grateful that I have stepped into these moments. Though I am not where I want to be, I feel like I’m where I need to be.
Many people, including myself, push ourselves way beyond what is required to reach some plateau. We want to climb the highest mountains. I recently took my vacation and as I stood behind the window in my hotel room, on the 10th floor, I had a glimpse of what life would be like if I followed certain paths in life. Reflecting on my life now, I could say that for the longest I have felt like I am in the last stretch, just surviving. Checkmated.
Though all of this being said, it is like I have stated, I am where I need to be. I can only keep going, never giving up. I continue to write every day and will try to have my collection of work published in some format. I will continue to showcase my art and hope people would encourage or support me, like it and buy it, etc. I’m an artist that wishes to convey a message through the medium of abstract art, poetry, and stories. This is who I am and I will not stop, even a king must make a move and fight, this isn’t a game anyways, this is life.
Come into its gaze.
Riveting hues of blues bled.
The Swirling ocean.
Out from the shadows.
Tales of old, surrounded shade.
The beast breathes again.
You’re an ever-blossoming rose. The fragrance of spring. I delight in hearing the calming wind brush against you. You are the beauty of the garden. The sun revealing your brilliance. Allow me to touch such soft petals and taste your nectar. You keep me enthralled by such a display. Sign of love. Your eyes bringing warmth as they meet my own. Fingers interlocked as passing days continue, walking across time but not met with pausing gestures to keep a record. Lovers unfolding and being made new. My love forever true. The legacy I now write, the story of a poet and his rose.