The Theory of Life
Life seems to push us to settle in to patterns. The word "NO" intrudes on the everyday.
I don't seem content to just be where I am. Was I meant for more? And if I am, why does change not occur
when I put forth so much effort? Is drastic patience required, or just a change of scenery .
I'm writing free form now. Spur of the moment. No success with the EBay sale. I did make a connection with a
selling and award winning artist, but it seems that connections are all I ever make. I know I won't quit. I can't.
So for now, I will turn to the canvas and the pen. Selling, it seems, has become the only true recognition.
I don't know why this is. Maybe, it is because we all give up our time so we can earn.
I'm tired of half-life. I want people to see my work because it is a glimpse of my soul. But, I am afraid that selling those little parts of it will rob my of the entire thing. I hate the double edge sword I live on, and I would love to escape into my work. Not my 9-5. My other reality. Changing the blank white of nothing into something beautiful. My Theory of Life, to make beauty from the empty white that lies before me.
Am I broken, or am I just being lied to by life's little trappings?
I will push the darkness away because you ask me to.
My pen is dead. Just when it found something to say.
Honesty, integrity, Truth, and Honor.
Lust, Desire, Passion, and Squalor.
We must add color to this blank existence.
Bye all,
Troy
I don't seem content to just be where I am. Was I meant for more? And if I am, why does change not occur
when I put forth so much effort? Is drastic patience required, or just a change of scenery .
I'm writing free form now. Spur of the moment. No success with the EBay sale. I did make a connection with a
selling and award winning artist, but it seems that connections are all I ever make. I know I won't quit. I can't.
So for now, I will turn to the canvas and the pen. Selling, it seems, has become the only true recognition.
I don't know why this is. Maybe, it is because we all give up our time so we can earn.
I'm tired of half-life. I want people to see my work because it is a glimpse of my soul. But, I am afraid that selling those little parts of it will rob my of the entire thing. I hate the double edge sword I live on, and I would love to escape into my work. Not my 9-5. My other reality. Changing the blank white of nothing into something beautiful. My Theory of Life, to make beauty from the empty white that lies before me.
Am I broken, or am I just being lied to by life's little trappings?
I will push the darkness away because you ask me to.
My pen is dead. Just when it found something to say.
Honesty, integrity, Truth, and Honor.
Lust, Desire, Passion, and Squalor.
We must add color to this blank existence.
Bye all,
Troy
posted by Broken at 9:24 PM
7 Comments:
You have a beautiful soul, I think one of the things I like most about you is that you aren't afraid to show it. You don't buy into the hype and aren't afraid to stand out.
You will be recognized one day, it will happen. I still remember you...
"My pen is dead. Just when it found something to say." I hate it when that happens.....
...you better not give up...
that was amazing. and very thought-provoking. i think you are meant for more... you definitely aren't like everyone else.. which is a good thing... and as far as needing patience and/or a change of scenery in order for it to happen... maybe you need both? unfortunately people around here don't care much for art or poetry... or for anything of true value, really...
I'm tired of half-life. I want people to see my work because it is a glimpse of my soul.
I will push the darkness away because you ask me to.
We must add color to this blank existence.
Beautifully put. ^_^ I do wish I could see your paintings. Your words enough give me more than just an inkling of the depth of your passion, your very soul...
I know I won't quit.
And your conviction shows. ^_^
I enjoyed reading what you said, you sound as if you are speaking from the heart, but why so down? Take a peak at mine if you have time: jemidgimi.blogspot.com
I really like your stuff...reminds me of an old friend. You kinda brought him back to life. Thanks...it made my day. Wait, my week. I like the way you perceive things after all life isn't all black or all white. What I'm about to say will sound weird because I don't really know you but I wish I could have coffee with a guy like you. I'm sure the conversation would be quite interesting...Anyway, take care. And keep writing stuff.
Enjoy*
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