An Artist's Splendor

I am queen of the acrylics
Master of plaster
Voyager of vintage.
I live to command pens
My destiny is to design inks
Instincts demand me to draw.
My hands speak a language all their own
My fingertips are permanently stained
Emotions flow freely through my soul
My ideas fill up the void spaces of the earth.
I spend most of my time in solitude, but I’m never lonely
I produce my best work while alone
I see the world without any filters
I am skillfully and flawlessly self-taught.
My soul is black and white
My heart beats color throughout my veins
I can faultlessly merge simplicity and chaos.
People call me an idealist
A realist
An angel
A mystery
A liar
A miracle
A legacy
A freak.
My face is expressionless—for I have seen worse
Non-inventive souls make me sick
No one carries the charming burden that I must.
No one believes that I have this wonderful creativity
My peers always doubt my work
They look in disgust upon my ink-stained hands while I show them off like a trophy
For they have never created work like me, they don’t have a clue.
They do not know that you must suffer for you art,
They do not know how many nights I’ve gone without sleep just to create
Or how I’ve drawn until my fingers bled
Or how many times that damned hot ink burned me
Or how my wrists have gotten chronically injured
Or how many times I’ve gotten electrocuted
They do not know the price of creativity
And the glorious hell I must go through just to create the work that they must doubt to cover their envy
No one has strength like me.
Like us.
We are artists.

by Chris Haifley

Comments (6)

Yes! In deed, we're artistes. Born into this world for a task. Very reflective of the soul's course. Good one.
Yes! In deed, we're artistes. Born into this world for a task. Very reflective of the soul's course. Good one.
splendid write here i must say.Well done.
This without a single doubt the style i prefer in poetry, has a narrative touch, not filled with love/hatred but flows on a general voice matter, on a state of current that's cohesive yet very sublime. great contexts based on reality and for the most part, some lines in this piece are sensational! 'I live to command pens My destiny is to design inks My hands speak a language all their own My fingertips are permanently stained Emotions flow freely through my soul My ideas fill up the void spaces of the earth.' It really points at the core of an artist! !
Wow! Chris! I can hear loud and clear the Echo of an Artist's Soul! Your words give you away! I love this well penned, impressive and thought provoking poem! 10+++ Well deserved! Keep inspiring the world with your great and talented works! Love and Peace for always! RDV from New York City....
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