[life] as.art

sometimes you have to- rip yourself. to.[pieces]
to see who/you really..._are

'a man once told me. this one time, to tear apart who I am-
and in the cracks/ shattered foundations, I will find truth.
he told me. just me. that we all know- who we really are-
without knowing who.we.are- really.'

so I took a knife. in the shape of a pen- and ripped out my heart
blood flowed as ink- and the world could see me- as I've never seen me
and my life became my canvas. catching tears turned to lead
as my hands spread my blood across the face. of nostalgia
and created a masterpiece- life.as.art


I took my words. and tore out my soul- set forth in the form of poetry
raw. as all inhibitions were left behind/ and I never looked back
because you can't learn from the past. only see where you failed
and failure- is to regret. and I don't regret it at all.

-this man told me once. that when you [tear] apart your being
you are being true to yourself. and yourself is all you have.

I sometimes- wonder. if anyone ever told this man- not to pull to hard
because sometimes. when you rip apart who you are- it's hard
to piece it back together.


and sometimes. the pieces get broken- and then you're stuck
cracked- and alone. with nothing but yourself.