Category: Art

Posted by – January 22, 2013

Fear

I don’t always see the light I used to inspire.
I fear my touch and my words leave more to be desired.

Not only in the world’s eyes has my shade darken
But I fear to you I maybe beyond broken.

I constantly feel like I can never give you enough
And in my mind I sometimes see you seeking it through others.

I’ve opened my heart, soul, mind and body to you and I’m told it’s not my all.
If you expect perfection I’m always going to fall.

I told you in the beginning that I wasn’t going to wait for you to be perfect
But sometimes I feel you hesitating and holding your breath for me.

You tell me that you love me and that you’re forever only mine
But I still fear for the day you tell me that you’re lying.

Failure and Creativity

Posted by – December 22, 2012

 

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This poster correctly states that if you are not ready to screw up, make a mistake, and take a chance you are not ready to be a person. The only way to successfully achieve creative apex. As students you are conditioned to avoid failure at all cost, but with out it you cannot look for ways to make greater improvements on your work. Failure is just a stepping stone to creating great work.

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Posted by – December 22, 2012

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sometimes i take a Shower
with the lights off.
but before i even finish showering, i turn the lights back On,
because i remember how afraid of the dark i am.

sometimes i go to the Airport
and just sit in there for a few hours.
because i like watching people Reunite.

sometimes i cut my Fingernails way too short.
like, down to the quicks.
because it’s an odd feeling, the way my fingertips Hurt
every time i touch something.

sometimes i go out in public without my Shoes,
because i like feeling the Real ground,
not just the inside of my shoes.

sometimes i re-arrange my Bedroom,
but then i change it right back
because everyone knows that there isn’t a single person
in the world that isn’t afraid of Change.

sometimes i try reading books Upside-down
because i think thats what it would be like if i couldn’t
Read
at all.

sometimes i just sit and watch the Grass grow,
because we’re lucky that it even grows in the First
place.

sometimes i do things.
sometimes i don’t.

Source: www.redbubble.com/people/dearhonestyx/writing/2406002-untitled/