whatever is needed to be said

Teardrops

Teardrops

of blood

dripping onto paper

some rolling along the sheet

some smearing

creating a picture

with words

Creativity sparks

as the words flow

onto a pice of paper

like blood

flowing down an arm

Every picture is something

different

a new picture of art

telling a different story

for every different person

Some will ask

what it means

but that's the beauty of art

it can be whatever you want it to be

Pain or Relief

like scars

an Expression or Complaint

words are words

but words can mean anything

Some cry of happiness

some cry of grief

some cry because they can no longer feel

anything at all

they are numb

All words are,

are our form of scars

all words tend to be

a form of relief

a soulful cry into oblivion

Our words are just our tears

rolling from the tip of a pen

until we've created something

critics will judge harshly

but that's just because they can't see

The True Beauty of Art

Teardrops

of blood

or ink

an escape

from reality

into our own world

filled with our own beauty

a picture of our own

a story engraved in stone

Scars marked down arms

or stomachs or thighs

or a piece of paper

cries we can't disguise

creating who we are

Just a few

Teardrops

in blood or ink

creating a picture

with words

all you have to do is read

Teardrops smeared

red, black, and blue

special words

created just for you

your own story

So write down your heart

find the true beauty in your art

create a simple picture

all you'll ever need is a few

Teardrops