And the stillness of your emotions makes me shiver
Cold and calculated
You can't be blamed because that's where the generation strives to be
Detached and unpredictable
Every decision we make is surely influenced
By lust and deceptionNobody knew that the art inspired by misadventure
could be so beautiful and pureThe first artist with her overt expressions
Slurred and slashed yellow skillfully on the canvas
Careless of the implications of her gradation
His form becomes clouded with red and green colors
For the man she created is untouchable, yet his original essence can't be ignored
Still the tranquility of yellow presents itself
And therein lies the aesthetics of her creation.It's like he stepped out of a frigid picture on a wall
I saw him coming with a stone cold look in his eyes
His fingers long and deft
Definitely those of a carver
One look in my direction and my fleeting heart frozeI stared enough to detail every color
Excited to see joy,I felt a perpetual feeling I longed for
But then ambition, power, desire and pride overpowered the joy in him
Wanting to run when I saw danger but subdued by his fascination
Envisioning him sculpting me into a great woman
I stood there, icebound; so he could carve me to his liking
Him being the artist and the resulting artA frostbitten poet.
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Authentically Po.Ethic
PoetryThe poems in Authentically Po.Ethic are inspired through my experiences as a young adult. Relationships, friendships, family life and the struggle to "come up" using education as a tool. The word play for the title of the book as well as the strateg...