Monday, February 27, 2006

Poem 02-25-06

I wrote this on Saturday. As I read it over and over I feel like it'd sound great for a slam poetry open mic night.

I love art.
I cry art.
I feel art.
I see art.
I jump art.
I crash art.
I scream art.
I smell art.
I live art and the life of it consumes my senses and takes the rhythm of my heart and changes every boom-boom-boom, and it pounds like a single star in the heavens shines and the room lights up to the sight of your smile.

And we are
what we say we are
for we choose
what we say is right
when we live
what we say is life
and we love
what we cannot save.


1 comment:

Coco said...

Said very well!! : )

You are ART!!
Que bella!