Fridays I'm Frank (Poems)

•Art•

*This was a group poem that was written by my Slam poetry class*

Some people make art and some themselves are art.
In the words of Francis Bacon: "the best part of beauty is that which no picture can express"
In our own ways, I suppose we are all art. We are, all of us, stunning creations that can never be made exactly the same.
You are a masterpiece.
You are the passion and the paint, throwing yourself at the earth around you to put color in old hues.
You are a canvas, the brush, the paint, and the pencils.
No matter what happens you are the masterpiece of "self".
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, some even find death beautiful.
Each of us are a blank canvas that only we can create to be the reflection of us.
So paint with the sun and the sky and the earth, color your skin with their strength and beauty.
Embrace the colors you bled into. Embrace soft winds and the shivers of sheer desire.
Some people make art.. Some themselves are art.