Wednesday, July 08, 2015

Life of a Poet/Artist



When I read this on Tumblr, I just thought it was so spot on, especially No. 7. Even though I am not that great of a poet, I think this speaks true for most artists. There's a certain nerve ending in us that helps us to feel that we continually want to feed and it's by feeding it that we produce the best type of art, be it poetry, prose, songs, whatever. Every time I try to describe why I get into warped relationships or go into things that are not good for me, knowing that they are not good for me, or when I try to explain to my exes why I over analyse their gestures, words, loud silences, they don't really grasp what it means when I say I do these things because I'm a writer. They see the lawyer and that denotes pragmatism and not visionary or idealistic. I guess, we just feel differently. 

7 Reasons Why It’s Hard Being a Poet
1. We are critical.
We find flaws in everything we see because nobody wants to write about perfection. 
2. We are never satisfied.
We live our lives upon ideas we gave up trying to express. 
3. We never forget.
We write words about eye contact made three months ago that we replay over and over in our minds even though it stopped being relevant. 
4. We are fickle.
Our emotions flash from one to the other like strobe lighting that disorientates us until we feel as if the world will never be still. 
5. We are exposed.
We don’t know how to keep our feelings to ourselves so we’ll write them down for you to find 'accidentally’. 
6. We are vulnerable.
We wear our hearts on our sleeves and won’t lift a muscle to fight back if somebody tries to break it because we thrive from the pain. 
7. We will never stop.
We will never stop feeling and we will never stop hurting,
we will never stop breaking and bleeding and loving, even though the cycle is endless and we know what’s coming next.
We are addicted to agony, but we agonise for the art. 

Taken from LeatherBoundDiaries

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