Poetry, Alone, poem, tranquility, lonely, loneliness

You and Me

After everything that’s happened between me and you,
I realized something that at this moment is true.
Something changed inside my mental hue.
As if something snapped in half that couldn’t be fixed with glue.

But it’s not a bad thing, it’s quite the contrary.
My eyes are now clearer, making me see.
See new things about you that wasn’t there before.
I finally saw something that silenced my core.

I’m now filled with this calmness I cannot explain.
As if I’m being showered with a tranquil rain.
Though it never truly takes away the pain,
At least now I can keep myself sane.

I have accepted the fact that you don’t want me.
I have accepted that you have a new person to see.
Though I used to be scared of what the future could be,
I’ve now come to terms that there’s no longer a “You and Me.”

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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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