art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
My Life In Poems
I rediscovered my passion for writing lyrics and poetry after being diagnosed with PTSD. I saved someone's life but I never got to see him wake up. He made it to the hospital in a coma and eventually made a full recovery. This experience has led me to rediscover my creative side. I am a multiracial man who is still on this journey of discovery, taking it one day at a time and appreciating every grain of sand in the hourglass. As part of my story, I will present a few of my poems.
By Cristiano Da Silva5 years ago in Poets
Trees of my Youth
Anti-poetic streams of consciousness; are they what cut through the rosaries on the second and third floor? Or am I just indebted to the consternations of another - lesser and more devoid - that moves through chaotic waters as though it were her home? Anew, afresh and I afraid of saying what needed to be said. For it would find a way or another, there would be a path beyond it, and there would be a set of requirements laid out before me should I... lest I fall, lest I see the error of my way and devolve into criticism and nonsense of the senses and the bitter resolve, quiet resolution to end the terror in my heart and to face with great anger the beholders of the seven flame, the three-quarters of my known self and the re-membered and articulated foes of my youth.
By Sean Cruikshanks5 years ago in Poets
