Art is an overflowing river of expression and thoughts painted on a canvas confined by the dimensions of one’s own mind, but when released in a tunnel creativity it is able to continue on a path that is unending, forever changing its shape and form to create images that are unceasing, unknowing, and full of life. Each curve, each dot, each color tells its own story of a second in time when it was alone and important but once its marked, that second is gone and becomes engrossed in the lives of the other sketches and marks that have been created. It is now a part of a bigger picture rather than standing alone it has become something greater, something beautiful seen through the eyes of the on looker who doesn’t realize the importance of that curve, that dot, that color on its own but sees the grandeur of it when it has formed into one being. The imagination is the being of one’s mind that can only be seen and created by that person. Art is that form by which these imaginations come alive and are used to inspire, inform, intrigue those who don’t appreciate the little things in life. Art is what you make it, it’s not one thing, one entity, it is what you believe it is. Art is not confined. It is a release, a burst of energy that cannot be captured.
Birth
I am pregnant and my wound is full of expressions causing me to feel woozy as though I caught a spell of morning sickness
I grab a pencil for it is my Pepto Bismal hoping that within three to four hours of taking its dose I will have released what’s inside of me
I lean over and regurgitate my thoughts on paper causing an influx of knowledge to flow and spill over
I use my eraser as a towel to clean up my mess of misspellings and incorrect grammar
My womb is still full
Spinning flips and feels like
Doing tricks, searching for a way out
My lead breaks
Causing my water to break allowing a flood of language to occur
I grab another pencil for I cannot contain the overflow of terms that are coming out of me
I push and push my thoughts out screaming in pain for placing them in a specific order of meaning is agony
I feel contractions of writers block as I can’t put what I imagine in my brain into words
I push again hoping to unlock the box of emotions that I have inside me
I cry out in pain for my thoughts have hit a plateau and refuse to be liberated from my womb
I give my all in one last push hoping to release the wisdom I feel kicking within
I finally succeeded
Everything in me has finally been set free and is no longer trapped within my body of knowledge
For I have given birth to my thoughts and will nurture my words until they are strong enough to be read aloud on their own.
Dreams
I sit here thinking where I could be
Longing to be
Covered in your arms of warmth
You comfort me
You protect me
From those unknowns hidden in the darkness
You calm me
Relax me
You make me forget about the stressors
That continue to engross me
Oh how I hate being robbed of your presence
Of your aura
Of you
Without you I suffer
Lose my strength
Lose my drive
Lose my mind
You calm me
Your daily dose is what keeps me sane
Oh how I long for your presence
Wishing to feel your firm
Yet soft touch
Waiting for the days end
When we will meet again
Oh I can’t wait
I can’t wait till that time comes
When I can fall back asleep.
written by:
BLyles.
_the ambitious girl_
