it is true, i started to use another blog, but that blog was used for the specific purpose of thought and challenge. i decided to write every day for a year. whatever was on my mind would go into that blog. however, upon realizing other people have done that as well, i felt unoriginal and i stopped. today, as i read through those entries, i am mad at myself for stopping a project that meant something to me, all because it was not unique in the world. it was, however, a unique thing for me. as a i read over those entries, i am in awe at my words, my thoughts and feelings. as i look back, i am taken by surprise at the words that are on the pages. i know i am no fantastic writer, but they hit me. it is hard to believe those words, those entries are written by me. almost as unbelievable as my fascination with mustaches.
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because of this, i have taken it upon myself to take up my once stopped project and make it better. i will not only write poetry, but lifes lessons, short stories, etc. and since that blog is no longer going to be my main focus (since this blog will be my new focus) i will be adding my posts from my old blog to this one, one a day until they all are complete. and i will start with the last one posted. slowly but surely this blog will continue to grow and expand and reach an audience who will help my words be heard. i have a lot to say, and i am not always the best at saying it, nor writing it for that matter.
my words will never be edited. how they appear is how they will stay and how they were meant to be said. everything happens for a reason. the pictures posted are reflections of my inner mind, only through the inspirations and eyes of another who is not me. self portraits will occur, but not as often as intended.
each title of the blog will be titled through the inspiration of the blog of the day. as i re-read my old thoughts, i am curious to know who inspired me to write them that day. who or what was on my mind that made me feel the way that i did.....maybe if it is a specific person i will refrain from real names. they will be initials, or perhaps even code names. regardless, i will take the time to express my inspiration through the title and throughout the blog itself.
i take this entry as my first: my introduction. inspired by me.
and now, to re-post a former blog entry from the other blog. these entries will ALWAYS be in a color. enjoi :)
art::
You see a person as a piece of work.
Each person is perfect, in the eyes of God.
Each person has a story.
Each story has a beginning and an end.
People are a piece of work, a masterpiece in the making.
This masterpiece waiting to be discovered.
I am afraid such a piece of work is not loved and appreciated for years afters its appearance.
Each life instance a stroke upon a canvas.
Every memory a color of choice.
Every choice an inspiration or idea brought to pass.
That is what great art is.
But like art, every piece has different interpretations and the insights are all based on one persons view.
Each person has an idea, a vision.
Sometimes one can stare at a piece of work for hours, a lifetime if they please.
But they will never truly understand that masterpiece.
As much as one tries to understand, they never will.
They can only assume, guess, and try to relate.
To bring about what it makes them feel.
Anger, sadness, regret, denial, happiness, joy.
Every emotion different each time the view is shown.
Even the artist themselves most often than not have not the slightest clue the revelation.
Every person is a masterpiece.
Every soul a story.
Art is a story.
Observe, and try to understand.
It can surprise you.
Each person is perfect, in the eyes of God.
Each person has a story.
Each story has a beginning and an end.
People are a piece of work, a masterpiece in the making.
This masterpiece waiting to be discovered.
I am afraid such a piece of work is not loved and appreciated for years afters its appearance.
Each life instance a stroke upon a canvas.
Every memory a color of choice.
Every choice an inspiration or idea brought to pass.
That is what great art is.
But like art, every piece has different interpretations and the insights are all based on one persons view.
Each person has an idea, a vision.
Sometimes one can stare at a piece of work for hours, a lifetime if they please.
But they will never truly understand that masterpiece.
As much as one tries to understand, they never will.
They can only assume, guess, and try to relate.
To bring about what it makes them feel.
Anger, sadness, regret, denial, happiness, joy.
Every emotion different each time the view is shown.
Even the artist themselves most often than not have not the slightest clue the revelation.
Every person is a masterpiece.
Every soul a story.
Art is a story.
Observe, and try to understand.
It can surprise you.
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