Water. A Poem: The Finale.

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Finished artwork for this poem is on the portfolio and in the gallery, be sure to read the the first two poems if you haven’t already. To myself, water is a story being told. Spoken word more than a poem. I have learned in writing this poem that people are similar to water, and very much different from each other.

see more in the portfolio and the gallery

Oh, the way the water flows…

does anybody know?

How being one with the water goes,

the shapes of water form, ebb and flow.

All puddles, creeks and ponds become one with another,

every living being is now following this water,

the wiggles becoming waves as the energy flows.

Remember, you don’t know where this goes,

only watching it go, around and around.

Wishing and wooing, the sound of it’s energy moving,

reshaping the land, being one with the ground.

Water will go wherever it wants and whenever it can.

Where will this energy go when no human is around?

Nobody knows.


original rough drafts

Thinking through an abstract lens of the world… I realized that

  • water can be shaped and formed, as can people.
  • water ebbs and flows with how the world goes, as can people.
  • water supports other living things, as can people.
  • water comes in a variety of energies, not just forms, as can people.

A major difference that comes to mind though is, water doesn’t think.

People can.

don’t forget about the portfolio, where you can find all my finished artwork and some works in progress.

Stay tuned for another post coming soon!

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I am human, just like you. I have been around for 20 years and although it may not be a lot of time to some, it feels like I've been alive forever. To cope with all the things my life has given me; good and bad, I've always been a writer. Maybe I didn't know or necessarily want to be a writer, but I was always on the creative side, not really understanding how different I was from others; I'm really not that different from you. To this day I'm still eager to learn more about myself, to improve and grow amorphously. I want to use this fuel of constant self-discovery as the direct source of 'energy' that can create whatever I want it to, making writing for me a healthier coping mechanism than most I've tried in my lifetime. That being said, I believe that starting my blog, The Existentialist, (all thanks to Wordpress and Bluehost teams) I finally have the opportunity and creative outlet to unleash my passion for art; writing. The beginning is never easy, and it won't get much easier I am aware. I can only believe in myself and keep my expectations to a minimum; I like to believe I hold no expectations, but they seem unavoidable. To whoever reads this, I'm not one to care about views or reads, I won't encourage/pressure you to read my work because for me, the thrill really comes from just making a finished piece of work I'm happy with, regardless if it is read by others or not; judgement from others is what I've feared all my life. I can only encourage you to have an open mind as a reader and believe in me as much as I believe in myself to accumulate the courage to start showing my creative writing(art) to the world. Everybody creates things in their lifetime, I am just another one of those beings; whether you like it or not, nouns (persons, places and 'things') exist to teach us something about ourselves. There is always more to learn...

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