art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I Won't Forget
We are numb to the physical form. We tend to forget sometimes or come from a dark place in time. There's only so much I can tolerate until I deflect that with my spiritual shield, it's linear sometimes. The cowardice of using guns is like an oozing slime. You can certainly feel its touch. But we must undoubtedly decline.
By Samuel Noble8 years ago in Poets
What's Next?
As sit back and write, I wonder where will my time on Earth take me? Hopefully, as my plan comes together. Write scripts hoping to land something worthwhile. Jumping through obstacles, and energy vamps. Should I just give up? Or not; should I just smoke some weed? Or hit a line. Trying to pass the time. Audition after audition still haven't made it, no bookings yet, no signed deals, no contracts. But wait, there is light. No that's just another unpaid gig that you must still give your all to, another struggling artist effects. All I have left is the music and the fashion, nothing feels the same nor gives hopefulness as it once did, not even sex.
By Victor Best Jr8 years ago in Poets
