Art piece poem: Flowering Garden, Vincent van Gogh

My heart is an overgrown garden,hands too soft to weed,fingers become one with the dirtthe second I dig in deep,I just want to feed you butI settle for feeding your memory,give my all to the lovers in my headand get nothing in return,my fantasies are not so differentfrom reality

Art piece poem: Boy and Moon, Edward Hopper

I once had a brother, though only I Remember him. We shared a room, almost Shared a soul even. Now both feel cripplingly Empty in his absence. A part of me stolen Away with not even a trace left in its wake. The incidents were always at 3 in the Morning. It began innocently enoughContinue reading “Art piece poem: Boy and Moon, Edward Hopper”