Browsing Tag


Poetry By On July 17, 2018

My Muse

I wish i could write songs about your love And sculpt marble into the shape of your softness And paint you into the brightest colors. It’s selfish for an artist with you as her muse To keep you all to herself. You deserve to be adored by thousands and to be remembered well beyond your years.   -May 2018

Poetry By On March 6, 2017

Love the Artist not the Art

Im not a painting, a gallery, nor a museum. My textures are not on for display, you do not have permission to touch. My colors are not for you to stare and talk about. I’m not something you visit or pass by. Don’t delude yourself into thinking I’m something easy to leave Only a fool loves something for the way it…