Painting;
It use to be fun to spill ideas everywhere,
but now I dread having to wipe the mess
To envision your art on canvas requires the paint from the mind,
so if I’ve stopped painting, does that mean I’ve lost mine?
Instead of worrying about the clean up, I took out my brushes and let my right side do the work
I’m astonished that I’ve forgotten these lively colors,
I’m back in the zone, I haven't painted all summer
Laughing;
I like them but, scheduling laughs cuts into productivity,
and honestly, nothing funny happens within this confined square
Laughing is actually a communal thing,
it’s an experience meant to be shared
Instead of working alone all day and being serious, I watched a comedy with some friends
It’s here, it’s unstoppable, nothing can remove this smile
I’m rolling on the floor, I haven’t had a good laugh in awhile
Beds;
I dread seeing beds like seeing a coffin,
with so much to do, going to sleep is like admitting defeat
Beds are suppose to bring peace,
and you should feel comfort when under the sheets
Instead of hanging about, I tried laying down and felt something amazing
The pillow supporting my head brings me to joyful tears,
this is so refreshing, I haven't slept in years
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- Published: October 18th, 2018 13:50
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