Good morning, mirror reflection
Incidentally, I resent you
Your judgmental stare
The way you magnify and broadcast my every flaw and insecurity so callously
Like a spiteful ex lover would
You look me in the eyes
Even less than strangers do
Side Show
Mixed Media on Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart
I create things out of the chaos of my heart and mind, either with written word or paint brush on canvas. You might dig it...or not. Xx
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Opinion
Billions evolve over time, experience, circumstance
And here I stand on this one view
Unmovable
Unshakable
And completely irrelevant.
Opinion
Acrylic on Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart
And here I stand on this one view
Unmovable
Unshakable
And completely irrelevant.
Opinion
Acrylic on Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart
Monday, May 6, 2013
Soul Sister
(For Rory)
There is a hole in my heart
Where you left to join the sky
But you left the light of your spirit behind
To hold me over
I did a cartwheel today
And laughed
And cried
And felt you
I watched a bird struggle to fly
And I only thought of myself
Not you...
I only picture you soaring
There is a hole in my heart
Where you left to join the sky
But you left the light of your spirit behind
To hold me over
I did a cartwheel today
And laughed
And cried
And felt you
I watched a bird struggle to fly
And I only thought of myself
Not you...
I only picture you soaring
Soul Sister
Acrylics on Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart
Drown Me
At night I close my eyes to dream
Then open them to join the light of a new day
The last and first of these moments are always consumed with thoughts of you
They are both my joy and my fear
To possess the high regard and genuine care of another soul
Can be so uplifting and so dreadfully terrifying at the same time
If you never love me, I will lose nothing
If you never touch me, I will miss nothing
I'm safer in my world of independence
Where loneliness is just a quick visiting enemy
That shows its ugly face briefly
But is easily chased off by distraction of any and every kind
But love?
Love has a violent way of wearing an attractive face
Of digging through a ribcage
With no concern of the blood and guts it eats through
To make its way into a heart that fights vulnerability like the plague it is
I look into your eyes
And drown there
My natural reaction to run away
As though my life depended on it
But when I linger there
Beyond that horrifying "run for the hills" first second
I can see myself in the reflection
And suddenly want to reside there for the next 50 years or so
I guess joy and fear can coexist as a healthy balance
I could be completely wrong
Probably
My point is...
I am choosing to be happy
Even though I am petrified
So... Look into my eyes
And drown me, please
Then open them to join the light of a new day
The last and first of these moments are always consumed with thoughts of you
They are both my joy and my fear
To possess the high regard and genuine care of another soul
Can be so uplifting and so dreadfully terrifying at the same time
If you never love me, I will lose nothing
If you never touch me, I will miss nothing
I'm safer in my world of independence
Where loneliness is just a quick visiting enemy
That shows its ugly face briefly
But is easily chased off by distraction of any and every kind
But love?
Love has a violent way of wearing an attractive face
Of digging through a ribcage
With no concern of the blood and guts it eats through
To make its way into a heart that fights vulnerability like the plague it is
I look into your eyes
And drown there
My natural reaction to run away
As though my life depended on it
But when I linger there
Beyond that horrifying "run for the hills" first second
I can see myself in the reflection
And suddenly want to reside there for the next 50 years or so
I guess joy and fear can coexist as a healthy balance
I could be completely wrong
Probably
My point is...
I am choosing to be happy
Even though I am petrified
So... Look into my eyes
And drown me, please
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