Curate, connect, and discover
Sometimes, if I like you
I'll let you mold a part of me or, thin out my walls
Sometimes, I feel young, energetic and naïve
But sometimes the weather forecast, forecasts colder weather
And I start to feel a little lethargic,
A little tired,
Maybe a little cracked
And trapped in this mold
Sometimes I grow harder, colder and more fragile
And sometimes my eyes seem to have a glazed coating
Because there are some tools out there
However tools don't get under my skin
If anything they get under my nails
I've got ribs and knives
So don't mess with me
Sometimes I'm as closed off as a clam,
With a secret,
Hidden pearl
Obviously I'm pretty imperfect
And I've become tired of finding a reason for
Being bent out of shape and having sharp edges
Edgy is my style
Because this is art
And anything ugly should not be held against the piece
And sometimes I have to let it go
Or just let it slip
Out of the grogginess of my tired head
Even if it leaves a shattered mess on the floor
Destruction is an art too
Like how angry painters have been known to throw paint at canvases
Fire me up
And I hope I won’t explode
With the unspoken air in my lungs