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Artist of the week: Tiffany
[Source] I have seen the winds that have turned into rain and the two together made a storm,but still I’ve seen the sun shine after I’ve been hated on and still have turned around and still I’ve fought that very same person even harder with love I have almost given up I’m sure you know what I mean when after you’ve done all you think you can you still try and it still doesn’t seem to work still I carry on I have loved and have never received the same or at least to that same extent,he’d liked me enough to have sex with me but he didn’t love me enough to stay but still I love as hard as I can in hopes one day someone will do the same Still I because I can,still I because I must,still I because I will Miss Tiffany hasn’t written a poem in over 4 years but she decided to share her thoughts with us!
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Artist of the week: Raven Boone
I met the talented Raven on curlynikki.com and I am glad I did. This is what she had to say and share…. I have been drawing my entire. I always liked drawing. I remember sitting in my grandmothers house in our old neighborhood and drawing her vases and fake flowers. I remember in school when I was in 2nd grade everyone had to take art and we had this art teacher named mr.voltz. I remember him showing pictures of his art students and I never thought it would be possible for me to draw that well. We had to do a skeleton one time for class and I remember distinctly thinking about how much I thought I actually did a pretty good job. When I was 13 I decided i wanted to be a fashion designer. I spend nearly every hour of the day drawing and I went to school to study fashion, but after all my struggles I realized I did not truly love fashion, I loved art. I loved creating things and that’s why I never learned to sew. I just wanted to draw and I assumed when I went to art school for fashion I would learn to draw well. This never happened. I met my boyfriend who is a phenomenal, painter,and tattoo artist. I was always ashamed to ask for advice, I always assumed what I drew was good because I liked it. Through him I learned about other amazing artists. I seriously never knew it was possible for one to be so great at art. He opened my eyes to a new world. I asked a couple people for advice including him and they all told me things I did not want to hear. As I stated I thought art was good just because I did what I felt and I liked it, but I was wrong! I stopped believing in myself for a long time, and I was struggling for 2 years to try and make myself become someone that I am not. I spent hours doing brainless exercises trying to create the perfect piece to impress my boyfriend so he could see me as a great artist just as those who inspired him. 2 years ago is when I started to become serious about my artwork, and discovered that i do not need college to learn art. There are hundreds and thousands of tutorials via the worldwide web! Still I struggled to make my art like others who i thought were great and this was a big part of my mistake. I learned that I have something inside of me that cannot me taught. I have ideas. I am my own inspiration. My ideas come 100% from my brain. I do not copy others. I have ideas for days.I probably have 1000 fashion sketches purely my ideas. Inside of my head there is a great and beautiful world I could never ever explain to anyone else. I love being able to express how I feel on paper. It is amazing that one can immortalize life forever using various mediums. It is amazing that one can recreate life realistically on paper, canvas, or whatever medium they choose. I see art in stains, I see mountains receding into the distance when I look at the sunset. My imagination is something that can never ever be taken away from me, and style is something that could never be taught it is something one is born with. My skills have greatly improved in 2 years and I will continue to work until I die to show the world through my eyes.
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What if I told you I cheated….
by: CiaEWhat if i told u i cheated… all those lies and deceptions i conjured up about you secretly poured into my bowl. What if i told u i cheated…. That his hands weren’t really Urs, and his obsession with me, didn’t quite fit your desires? What if i told you i cheated…So your friends are no longer yours but his instead because my very being no longer belongs to What if i told u i cheated… Your resume didn’t match my other half…because even though Ur my binding link, his credentials override Urs in both the pockets and the bedroom What if i Told u i cheated…. What God once made holy has been emaciated and “i do” sounds Like “i dont” Your stern demeanor says it all was it because i cheated? Now u assume i cheated… It makes u think if its really my yearly gross that’s paying for this roof over Ur Head and the car payments i make for u every month…is it me or my man mistress supplying me with the funds… So lets say i cheated… would i admit or be just like u? You cheated…
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A Letter To My First ‘Un’Born Child
(Death Date: May 16, 1998) By: Tara S. I feel the need to explain to you the reason you’re not here Mainly because at 23, I was immature, unstable and full of fear It’s not that I didn’t love you, I know that now, as I shed a tear It’s just that at the time, when you were alive I allowed that love to be conquered by fear Fear that I couldn’t support you, and that you and I would struggle Fear of being a statistic; another single black mother Fear that I had made a mistake, in the father that I had chosen He was only 19 at the time, with no direction, and no focus Fear that I would become a failure and all my dreams would be deferred Fear that I would be a terrible mother for you… the last thing I wanted in this world I wasn’t ready to be a mother, I wish that wasn’t the case And I didn’t want to resent you, or throw that up in your face Despite it all, I know now that you deserved to live You also deserved more, than two young adults had to give You deserved the chance to exist, for more than 7 weeks To be loved, to be cherished, to breathe, to cry, and speak If I could turn back the hands of time, of course I’d change that fate Then I would get a chance to know you, hold you, and kiss your little face You were God’s gift to me, because He knew what I didn’t at the time That you were the love I needed, that you would mature me, this now I realize I miss you my child, I forfeited our chance and what we could have had But how can you miss what you never had some say, I don’t know but I miss you really bad I could never forget you, I’m haunted by the memory of that day The appointment, the doctors, the room, and the sound of the machine that took your life away I’m ashamed of what I did to you…I’ll never forgive myself I wish that I would have been stronger for you and understood the value of life itself This is what I thought you deserved to know, about your Mom and the choice she made Although young, your Dad did want you, and never thought of you as an accident, nor a mistake You are my first unborn child, my regret, my tears, my biggest fault I’ll love and nurture your spirit forever, inside the womb of my heart
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I wonder if they realize…
Actors in a playActing on a sceneReading off scriptsLiving lives in magazineAnd I wonder if they realizeThe camera’s no longer onLiving a life of liesAnd acting like nothings wrongI wonder if they realizeThe camera’s no longer on,“Director I forgot my lines”Looking for that director to give them peace of mind“I forgot my lines”Feed me the liesSo I can disguiseand have the world not realizeI am an actor on stageAnd I stage these setsWhere I act in scenesBecause I don’t want them to realize,That this is me…Become such a good actorYou can hardly even tell“Feed me my script plz”Scene one has endedOn to scene twoBut I wonder if they realize, the cameras no longer onAnd as a matter of fact the camera man is gone“I’ve become such a good actor”Yea you live on the setActors in a movieLiving life in a scene!But I wonder if they realizeThe cameras no longer onand the camera man is GoneAnd the director has yelled cutFrom so longBut your trapped on setIn a scene that you’ve createdLiving a life of liesAnd have not realizedThat it all has ended -Danae
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The Final Hour by me
“Not one but two Both your hands entice As one follows the other Light but now dark sometimes it can vary I can see you moving in that direction that I like Perhaps its not what I want Sometimes you do it just right There are times your fast motions blow my mind other times you take it so slow Tell me what my body is saying to you is it telling you i want you to stop? Sometimes the sublimity is so unreal This postion i watch you in sometimes is not the most comfortable I want to take it to the bed My eyes grow weary and we aren’t in sync Don’t be offended by all means don’t be offended Just as what i am saying is in no rythmic motion You counteract that and your patterns throw me off track But I am welcoming you into the space and creases of me Because you hold me in your hands You won’t wait for me to make my decisions you just keep on going and going and going ahhhhh! relief! Because your done and I’m exhausted and finally ive reached my climax and you have exceeded yours and in this hour you have to start all over again because another hour has to be completed this is why i hate watching you time….” -CiaE Yes I wrote this in the time span of 4 mins and thirty-three seconds to Jupiter Love… what do you guys think????
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“It was once Loved”
“It was what I once loved Now consumed and burdened by shackles Where the great once walked This, where life once was Eternal flames consumes memories of this With every spark, there a light dims Soon there will be no eternal light darkness is taking over There, the flames, they light the sky Soon it will fade and leave only darness This the eternal blaze from within This, where life once was” -Danae Send your poems or pictures to napskinkslove@onsugar.com
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Simply Remains (Poets Corner)
And She strikes again with another hard hitting poem!! Want To be featured? Send Your poems into itsmyboo2@yahoo.com “I heard the screams of your heart,Like sirens sounding in the streets,Like sirens warning me to make way,Emergency, emergencyThis is how your heart screamed.And I felt the pain that you felt,I felt the pain that you felt,Its like that pain, that pain when you witness a child abused by the belt,That pain when you watch that person cry loud there last help,That pain, this pain I felt your painAnd I feel the rain that you stood in,This rain that you stood in,Drops that fall on you like a million and one pins,Drops that tear your clothes, Drops that scorch your skin,This is the rain that you stood in,This is the pain that you took inAnd there are the remains of what your soul lived in.The remains that held all of your feeling deep within,These remains are your bones and skin,This is now the remains of what your soul lived in” -Danae B