The brain of an artist ought to be
well thought out
A constant flurry of creativity
buzzing no doubt
The illogical order of life's control
Stains no effect
on their blank canvas soul
There's no time for pauses
No need for a rest
Even whilst the body lie still
The thinking of thoughts
cannot end at its best
I couldn't stop if I wanted to
it's not in my power
It's a heart always beating
with a slow burn to devour
Everything exists
Everything is real
We see with more than eyes
Something you'll never feel
But love for our craft becomes desire
and desire can be a curse
Becoming possesed into obsession
while moving in a hearse
Captivating freedom comes with this life
It's risky and bold
You must be willing to sacrifice
And I shall never understand
the enchantments in my head
For they're the ones that tell me
what can be said
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Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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and desire can be a curse Becoming possesed into obsession Those lines were so true and deep! Loved your poem!