Why is it hard to make up a poem or a piece of writing that has some artistic validity? What is art anyway? Why seeking for art innovation if there’s no singularity in it? Sure. Art is never made by the hands of only one person. And this is what makes me love art. I love it because art is built to be called OURS. It’s a group effort of given ideas, a spectrum of shapes, colors, and different perspectives of human condition. It's a wholesome activity which demands efforts from its contemplators.
Freitag, April 09, 2010
maybe i am getting my creativity back...
MY MOUTH WATERS
MY WIND BLOWS
MY SKY SCRAPES
WHAT MY MIND FLOWS
MY HAND WRITES
MY BODY WORKS
MY PEN COLORS
WHAT DRAWINGS COAX
MY HEAD SPINS
MY HIPS SHOW
MY LEGS REACH
WHAT MY FEET SEW
MY EYES SHINE
MY HEART SIGHS
MY FINGERS TRY
WHAT'S IN MY THIGHS
MY HAIR IS PULLED
MY LIPS SWIRL
MY TONGUE TRAVELS
AS MY ARMS THRILL
WHILE WE DRILL... DRILL...
by Laila Chris
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