Abstract
Every piece of art starts off the same
with motives of passion and not of fame
as the artist begins to sketch the wold
the piece itself tells a tale untold
The brush strokes the untouched canvas
making the artist a little more anxious
having colors that portray its depth
hoping its efforts can unveil its concept
The artist breathes a sigh of relief
as the tints come together into a vibrant motif
satisfied with what it became
she signs the painting for her to claim
She goes around showing her work
to get the reaction of an astonished smirk
as the critiques judge with harsh analyses
saying, “your art is subpar to popular beliefs.”
She then finds herself sitting on a chair
clouds floated in the air
“wow it was a dream!” she says
martin luther agreed, we’re in heaven now
She opens her eyes, “where am i” she ponders
“damn my life sucks
i cry in every corner and sleep with my sadness
if i wake up today
i will find... surREALISM”
