Jassy Melson
10-26-2011, 03:41 PM
I feel within my heart
what I want to express
but by the time it goes
through my brain to my arms
to my fingers it has
dissipated and I
am left with edges of
glass embedded within.
The feeling that I had
seconds ago has come
back up my arms through my
brain to stab me in my
spirit's core. Steve McQueen
was right when he was asked
what acting was like and
he replied it was like
reaching inside himself
and pulling out broken
glass. But he perhaps should
have applied it to all
who attempt to create
any art, for only
they will feel the razor
shards slice through the brain and
jab down the arms to the
fingers waiting for the
song that never arrives
except in shattered parts;
and then going back through
the torn path to their place
of birth: the heart, feeling
nothing but mute anguish
that something filled with such
beauty should return in
ripped and bloody pieces.
what I want to express
but by the time it goes
through my brain to my arms
to my fingers it has
dissipated and I
am left with edges of
glass embedded within.
The feeling that I had
seconds ago has come
back up my arms through my
brain to stab me in my
spirit's core. Steve McQueen
was right when he was asked
what acting was like and
he replied it was like
reaching inside himself
and pulling out broken
glass. But he perhaps should
have applied it to all
who attempt to create
any art, for only
they will feel the razor
shards slice through the brain and
jab down the arms to the
fingers waiting for the
song that never arrives
except in shattered parts;
and then going back through
the torn path to their place
of birth: the heart, feeling
nothing but mute anguish
that something filled with such
beauty should return in
ripped and bloody pieces.