#creative truth

[roughpoet111]

"Third Eye Smooth"

It’s simple to speak with kindness,

So why’s every argument laced with blindness?

You see something you don’t like —

So I ride by on my pink-ass bike.

In touch with my feminine side,

No shame, no mask, no need to hide.

Trust me, I’m not shy, not one bit,

First hetero man in eyeliner — I commit.

You picked the wrong soul to con,

I'm the truth that you preyed upon.

Inferior? Nah, that’s your view —

But I’ll surprise the hell outta you.

Supernatural, third eye smooth,

Flow like water, got nothing to prove.

No fake blame, no shame in my name,

Sit down now, I'm takin' names.

Class in session, time to speak,

Bleed your aggression, make you weak.

For every scar you placed on me,

Now you're the one who has to see.

Revenge for crimes that you commit,

Now stand up, coward, admit your shit.

To the people in the dark, still hateful,

Gathering lies like it’s something faithful.

Gossip runnin’ wild like a storm,

But I’m the eye — calm and warm.

Injectin’ that venom right back at you,

Right where you sleep, in your dark bedroom.

Now sleep, evil one, day's through

God just saw, and God bled you.

[scoldingdarjeeling]

Sharing this again because I see I’m far from the only one who needs to read this today. So here’s my simple but important truth in response to all the memes and jokes artists use to cope with pain in dark places:

—It is okay to be proud of your art.

[mendmebendme]

Mozart on how to unlock your inner creative genius

There is a destructive myth that the ‘creative genius’ is born with an innate, godlike ability to create extraordinary work at the snap of their finger. This couldn’t be further from the truth.

[owlbeyourfriend]

Tonight is one of those nights. Those where I want to just lie in bed and cry, and let the tears soak into my pillowcase. I've been called a crybaby since I was a kid. It's true to an extent; I learned to control my unruly emotions enough to not cry at every little thing. I couldn't prepare for times like these. When I feel alone and useless. That all that potential I thought I had was never real. That I'm not as worthy as I was led to believe. Times like these seem to only be able to be solved with crying. I don't know why, but they do. So I'm going to cry. And if someone calls me a crybaby, let 'em. If it's how I deal, I'll just get used to it

[oskrnyc]