Tag: Puzzle

Write Something Terrible and Feel Great!

Let the poem write itself

Let the words flow through your pen

Open your mind

Let your thoughts come out to play

 

Let the story write itself

The plot is there

The characters already live

Just pluck them from thin air

 

Let the wound heal itself

Give it attention

Give it great care

Let it breathe in fresh air

 

Let the puzzle sort itself

Don’t pick up the pieces

You’ll just make a mess

Don’t worry, time sorts out all puzzles

 

Let the song compose itself

Words have wings

Marry your words to the harmony

Words don’t always need music to sing

 

Be a canvas to the whole world

Let children fill in the emptiness with their vivid imaginations

Let amateur painters blot out the darkest corners with their unlearned brush strokes

Let seasoned artists mold,shape, create

Something from nothing

Definition out of thin air

 

Write something terrible and feel great about it

The best art

Comes from many attempts

So at first when you grab the pen, the paper

The paint brush, the canvas

Don’t worry if you’re gonna fuck up

Truth is, you will

But don’t let that keep you

 

How did we learn to walk?

By first falling flat on our faces

Well, go on then!

Write something terrible and feel great!

Sing and hit the wrong note

And don’t yourself hate

Paint,paint,paint

The canvas doesn’t ever worry

Whether you’ll make a mistake

The stage doesn’t care that you tapped out the wrong beat

Or that once, you had two left feet

The blank pages in the book don’t care about grammatical errors

They trust the writer knows what to delete

So, what are you waiting for?!

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

 

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365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 127

I went to a get together last night and I met this young woman. It was her birthday and her appearance inspired me to write this poem in her honor. This is my “picture” of the day. I hope you are enjoying your Sunday and as you prepare for your week, be thankful for everything you have and everyone in your life 🙂

MAZE of HAIR

You peer at me through a maze of hair,
your eyes are dark, crying in despair.
You wonder if I care.
As you peek at me through your maze of hair,
your demons roar from the lion’s lair.
I know deep down,
no one in your short life has ever been fair.
You peek at me through your maze of hair,
your eyes looking at mine- a sacred stare.
Baby, I wish I could hold you.
Baby, I wish to tell you I care.
Baby, I want to soothe you-
wanna let you know I’m there.

What happened to you- I ponder and wonder,
to make you hide behind all your hair.
Your scars you wear on your face,
a cry for help from a soul in disrepair.
Your mask is your hair.
Your demons peer at me from the lion’s lair.
Our eyes connect for a moment- in a sacred stare.
Your cuts in your flesh,the slashes on your face,
you bleed out your pain,
but there’s one who’s already taken your place.
You’re numb.
You say you don’t feel anything.
You’re numb.
You say you don’t care.

But as you hide in your maze of hair,
I know you think opposite.
You hide in your maze of hair,
‘cause all inside is a big ‘ole mess,
broken to bits and in disrepair,
waiting for someone to sort out the mess.
Your demons scream from the lion’s lair,
they call out to stay away-
“Don’t you come near- don’t even dare!”
Your demons are numb.
Your demons are dumb.
They have no power.
In the dark they cower.

As you hide behind all of your hair,
the light has come,
darkness cannot mingle with light.
Light apprehends the night.
And the demons no longer fight.

Eva Santiago © 2012