Alone, art, artist dilemma, loneliness, lonely, poem, Poetry

A Lonely Path

It’s funny how when you’re alone , you get so creative.
It’s like your brain took some extra strong laxative,
Making it excrete wonderful things and it becomes so imaginative.
You get to make one or two works of art and none of them feels repetitive.

It’s funny how when you’re alone, great things happen.
Like how your thoughts come together to help ripen,
That fruitful idea in your mind that has been long hidden.
Being alone is almost a requirement for anyone who is thinking,
About creating stuff, whether it’s painting, writing, sculpting or inventing.

However, being alone also triggers a lot of emotion inside.
Emotions that have been bottled up, the ones you’ve eagerly tried to hide.
Unhealthy thought processes also rise like the tide,
You’re tempted to listen to your demons and to their conversations you abide.

But probably the saddest truth that being alone can give,
Is the reality that you are a lonely soul and this is how you live.
Because you need to be alone to create beautiful works of art,
Even if the tax that you’ll be paying is having a lonely heart.

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(1 verse, 4 lines) – #11

They say that a dream is a wish your heart makes.
Well, I don’t know about that dream for it is quite far fetched.
But if my dream comes true, despite my mistakes,
I’d apply the lessons I’ve learned and make a better sketch.

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(1 verse, 4 lines) – #10

They say that miracles are merely a result of your thoughts.
They say that it doesn’t really exist and is only a coincidence.
But I don’t believe in such a thing, its illusion I’ve fought.
Things happen for a reason and miracles are gifts from the Omnipotent.

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Hands On The Wheel

A vision, a dream, a coincidence and a sign.
It’s getting tougher to deny them and pretend I’m fine.
I’m slowly beginning to cross that thin line.
I think that very soon it will be time.

Time to capture and grasp what my heart shouts for.
I’m starting to feel its magnetizing lure.
I might not contain myself for very long.
I might suddenly jump into it, whether it’s right or wrong.

For I need to dive in the cold and unfamiliar water.
It might not be now, it might not be later,
But time will come when I’ll just throw away the ladder
And take a leap of faith towards a miracle or disaster.

But for now, I will be calm and well composed.
I will improve myself and strengthen my pros.
I shall control my drive and not allow it to swerve.
For my instincts will tell me when it’s time to hit the curb.

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