Art is Me

Tick tick tick tock,

Another day, another time that life passes,

I sit and wait as I watch the clock;

Tap tap tap tap goes my pen,

I stare at the blank and empty page,

An idea that will soon put its emptiness to end;

I skim my fingers across my book,

I skim the pages of past ideas,

A new idea will come if I take a look;

The colors blur with each other,

I need something new to add,

Something I need to add with the others;

This is my time, my time to draw,

I love to create new things,

Or sometimes things I saw;

My escape of reality,

A place to feel the colors,

A place where I can be me;

My ideas flow down my arm,

I feel them flow from my pen,

Out into the paper with artistic charm;

I see the event take before me,

The laughs, the battles, the moments,

I draw only what I can see;

Scritch scratch goes my pencil and pen,

My paint brush swishes across,

The lines and colors appear with no end;

I greet my characters with a smile,

I give them names and a place to stay,

I give them a home that seems to go on for miles;

I blend with my art,

I feel at home, at peace,

I can feel it in my heart;

The paper is my skin,

Ready to have a story,

A story that maybe I can be in;

Ink flows through my veins,

My characters pulsing with life,

I give them freedom, not tied down in chains;

The colors stain my soul,

To give life to these pages,

That is my goal;

I can paint music, I can paint happiness,

I capture what my heart makes,

My life is this;

I can feel myself begin to change,

I blend into the crowd,

I know that can sound a bit strange;

I really cannot help it,

It is what I do,

I don’t bored, not one bit;

I dance with my ideas in my head,

I never realize what the time was,

It is time to go to bed;

I take one last look,

It is time for me to rest,

It is time to close the sketch book;

Art is me, a part of me,

The blank pages is home,

My sketch book is where I should be.