These are original poems, but I didn't write them. I just cut words out of magazines, newspapers, junk mail, and save them. Then I start arranging them on a page until I sumble upone something I like. Amazingly there are themes and threads that come from my subconsious mind while I'm cutting out words. I wish I had a better pair of scissors. http://chickollage.blogspot.com/2007/04/365-collage-poetry-challenge-day-6.html
Showing posts with label the mind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the mind. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Don't Make Great Art
Don't try to make great art, I tell myself. Just make your art, the art that flows from you, that reflects you, I continue. Great art doesn't matter. What matters I tell myself, is to enjoy life and to reflect my life in the work I do. I should listen to me. I could be making sense.
Friday, February 1, 2013
They'll Just Roll Their Eyes
THE TEXT:
I was always pissed off
Because I'm a dork. I've made a habit of not
thinking.
I wasn't who
I wanted to be. In good times or bad
I looked like
an
idiot
with a frickin' mental illness.
All I can say is I'm not
satisfied with my lousy life.
Will I change me?
I'm
just rolling with the punches.
They'll just roll their eyes.
Labels:
be different,
change,
depression,
doubt,
failure,
labels,
Life,
memories,
ransom poem,
tex norman,
the mind,
thinking,
word art,
worry
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Sometimes
the text
Did
you
know sometimes you need to
deny that human life can be lived like
you can keep it going as you have?
You're telling yourself that maybe this time
it'll be different. Don't you know that's
dangerous?
"Wait-- what?"
Sometime the
tell-tell brain asks:
"How do you deal with this open wound?
These are perilous days
and lonely runs both ways?"
G
U Well, I guess I'd answer:
L "To make life better
P love your life,
because life is precious. Youhave to rethink everything you thought you knew.
There's more benefits of life in the slow lane.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Shenanigans
This is sarcasm. Shenanigans
get you into trouble. People tend to wag
their finger in a shenanigator’s face and tell you not to make waves, or rock
boats, or be different, but the different among us are not just interesting,
they make life interesting for all of us.
Don’t declare failure. Sitting up
straight is insignificant. Be
significant. Let the shenanigans of your
past haunt you. For shenanigators, it
isn’t haunting, its fond memories.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
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