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Painting and Poetry

Painting and Poetry

Read a book, scan a magazine.Watch a screen, look into space And dream. Think nothing, contemplate everything. And fly. Read an emotion, buy amoxil for cheap scan the space Watch body language, stare at a face And tense. Prepare for battle, Prepare to run. And flee.   

Painting from the heart

Painting from the heart

Sometimes you have to paint right from your heart. And from your soul.   I paint as a way of helping me cope. I paint my tears and my sadness. I paint loneliness. And I paint hope. Simultaneously straightforward and yet complex.  Shame strangles your voice Fear crushes your hope Courage sows the seed of(…)

Experimenting

Experimenting

I was playing around with Picmonkey, looking at what some of my art would look like if framed. This painting comes completely from my imagination. I started painting just to see what would appear. No surprise to those who know me that it involved a tree somewhere! I wonder if it would be worth framing(…)

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes writing doesn’t help. Sometimes painting doesn’t help. Sometimes reading doesn’t help. Even doing the activities your therapist recommends doesn’t help. They are a distraction, yes. They offer respite, true. And there is a slight gear change from intense to dull ache. But sometimes it’s all still there. The moment you stop doing, you start(…)