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Mirrors
are a two way street
in your reflection,
there are more crevasses in your jawbone than you think
your brow is a canyon,
you are an
easle-mounted landspace
canvas
where brushmarks of fingers,
hands, and nails have all been too familiar,
where bruises are too delicate to be called purple,
yet you cannot see the places you are wounded too easily,
nothing that you
can call beautiful within your own right.
You’ve never been taught how to live without being wanted,
never taught your hands how to go steady and build bridges
out of notebook paper so you can
detail the journey across the flooding river,
know that the ink will not fade,
and you will paint beautiful rivers
the way your body
feels,
but at the day
know that you are the only work of art that will last in your lifetime
Mirrors are a two way street,
fill the inside of your canvas with something beautiful and when it leaks
through,
people will understand what it means
to let something soak in.
leave your inhibitions in your paintbrushes
and line the borders of your own line-drawing;
fill them,
you are worth more full of color
know
that you will never see yourself from the outside
you will never see their view,
but understand
that to them
you are an entirely different canvas,
you are oil pastels on watercolor
paint splotches on beautiful sunsets,
you are more multi-layered than any Van Gogh piece
and they
want to see the raw
canvas
beneath
all of the alterations,
beneath the sketches and doodles,
and colors mixing between lines
learn
all of the ways to take off
layers
the way Minnesota winters
teach you that cold is only the absence of heat
bodies will become the sun
press yourself into them,
collide,
become meteors, weightless,
remind yourself:
the act of undressing
means so much more
when your lips
are
collateral
peel,
unwind,
unravel
the piece of art that you are
analyze the scar tissue that you made
when you burnt too many bridges
Erase your lines
and learn what it means
to give,
redraw them smoother, larger, rounder, rougher,
fuller.
Filled to the brim with mistakes to learn
from and love
and start
again
Mirrors
are a two way
street
Look,
Fill your canvas,
relearn yourself,
remember the color of your skin
before you were painted over;
fill in your bruises,
they will all fade
with love
and time
are a two way street
in your reflection,
there are more crevasses in your jawbone than you think
your brow is a canyon,
you are an
easle-mounted landspace
canvas
where brushmarks of fingers,
hands, and nails have all been too familiar,
where bruises are too delicate to be called purple,
yet you cannot see the places you are wounded too easily,
nothing that you
can call beautiful within your own right.
You’ve never been taught how to live without being wanted,
never taught your hands how to go steady and build bridges
out of notebook paper so you can
detail the journey across the flooding river,
know that the ink will not fade,
and you will paint beautiful rivers
the way your body
feels,
but at the day
know that you are the only work of art that will last in your lifetime
Mirrors are a two way street,
fill the inside of your canvas with something beautiful and when it leaks
through,
people will understand what it means
to let something soak in.
leave your inhibitions in your paintbrushes
and line the borders of your own line-drawing;
fill them,
you are worth more full of color
know
that you will never see yourself from the outside
you will never see their view,
but understand
that to them
you are an entirely different canvas,
you are oil pastels on watercolor
paint splotches on beautiful sunsets,
you are more multi-layered than any Van Gogh piece
and they
want to see the raw
canvas
beneath
all of the alterations,
beneath the sketches and doodles,
and colors mixing between lines
learn
all of the ways to take off
layers
the way Minnesota winters
teach you that cold is only the absence of heat
bodies will become the sun
press yourself into them,
collide,
become meteors, weightless,
remind yourself:
the act of undressing
means so much more
when your lips
are
collateral
peel,
unwind,
unravel
the piece of art that you are
analyze the scar tissue that you made
when you burnt too many bridges
Erase your lines
and learn what it means
to give,
redraw them smoother, larger, rounder, rougher,
fuller.
Filled to the brim with mistakes to learn
from and love
and start
again
Mirrors
are a two way
street
Look,
Fill your canvas,
relearn yourself,
remember the color of your skin
before you were painted over;
fill in your bruises,
they will all fade
with love
and time
100 Themes Challenge: Love
I was inspired by too many different things to name them all.
I was watching the progress of one of my friends while he drew things.
Run For Your Life - The Fray
Mirrors - Justin Timberlake
I was inspired by too many different things to name them all.
I was watching the progress of one of my friends while he drew things.
Run For Your Life - The Fray
Mirrors - Justin Timberlake
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"know that you are the only work of art that will last in your lifetime"
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Also, in the line "where are bruises are too delicate to be called purple,", I get confused with the usage of "are".
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Also, in the line "where are bruises are too delicate to be called purple,", I get confused with the usage of "are".