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Dam

It’s like a whirlpool

a wave breaking inside me

tsunami refusing to come out

my feelings and confusion

rock my head in waves

refusing to express in water

So I sit, choked on my words of certainty

Was I right

Was I wrong

I miss

I miss

You?

Your arms

I don’t know.

I know my eyes sting but the release seems to escape.

I’m

Am I sorry?

I hurt.

Rather than screaming, it sits in my head building pressure

I am filled with questioning and pain

but the pores will not burst

they swell with uncertainty.

I bite my tongue I try to let it out.

?

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Art Is

We have hundreds of likes

Or we tuck our sketchbooks where no one can see them

Art is loud

It is a whisper

It is honest

It is confusing

Conflicting

Complicated

Art is a punch in the gut

The tears in your eyes

The crinkle in your lips when you grin

Art digs deep inside you

You hear it

You see it

You read it

It gets in your skin

Art is silver and shiny

Its grit it’s grimy

Art is personal or applicable

It is in galleries

And alleyways

Art is strange

It is small

It is spanning

It is understandable it hurts my head

Art is spectacularly splendid and specifically stupendous

It is strange it

Art is a pastel

Is a paintbrush

Is who knows what

Art is a spraycan spewing shudders

A sketchbook speaking stares

It is a weird it is everywhere?

Almost

I see art in the trees

In the leaves

In galleries and on sidewalks and in the faces looking back at me

Because you are a masterpiece baby

God created you and me

And He doesn’t make junk baby

So when you don’t like what you see in the mirror

Remember the same God who put every star in that gorgeous sky chose the color in your

Eyes

You are hand crafted and blessed

So please know you’re too pretty to care too much about that number on the scale

I love you

Please believe me

I love you

Art is strange and wonderful

It is complicated and honest

Honestly

You are gorgeous girls and guys

And I want you to remember

Every time you’ve felt love in your heart

Swelling straight outta your chest

That’s what God feels when He thinks about you

To the point where He sent His Son to bleed for you

And Rise for you

So please know

That you, my brother my sister my baby

You

are beautiful.

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The clouds look like a mountain range-

and make me feel small

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I feel numb And yet the sign of u interrupts me with (dis)pleasure

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If she is an ax,

you were a bat

hitting the wall

but never quite breaking a hole.

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Intro: “Who Is This About?”

My lipstick

would look great on you

on your face

on your neck

on your hands

smudged against your lips…

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Sometimes, my tears are made of water and sometimes, they are made of words

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Blockage?

Juxtaposition

I want to break down

I want to hide it

I want to scream it at you

I never want you to know.

You have no idea,

the concept hasn’t passed though your head

it is foreign to you.

I want the tears to break through,

I want them to stop?