Making things usually left his desk a little cluttered, and he loved to make stuff
Everything started within reach, but by the end, some of creative debris was in the other room
Someday he would learn to put everything back in its place when he was done with it
Still, he thought of his whole experience in terms of his need to be creative, not that the output was a chaotic…
Living day to day, depending on his luck for sustenance
Orbiting his need for money and his need to be creative
The two pulling in opposite directions, their tidal forces ripping him apart
Today was a day where art and hunger went hand in hand as he painted
Every ounce of his imagination was placed on the canvas stroke by stroke
Revealing a mixture of magic and his soul, bound in sweat and paint
Yet it didn’t sell, leaving him destitute and feeling like he lost at life
Capricious thoughts scatter across his mental landscape
Reason and emotion decorate his headspace with the creative and the banal
Everything coalescing into a morass of possibilities and probabilities
A prime candidate for the existence of a higher purpose
That life is not just reacting to environmental stimuli and hormones
Unless it concerned her smirk
Reducing everything to its most primal place
Especially as she purred, kneading him, keeping him awake
Going to give all the words a spin
Looking for the ones that will stick together in a creative way
Under such an scrutiny the words flee from my internal dictionary
Making me feel rather…
Everything was going wrong tonight
Red squiggly lines announcing my failures
Reducing my creative solution to nonsense
Only through hard tedious work would I solve this problem
Reaching for the whiskey bottle, I decide to give up
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Cursing up a storm, Artie raged against the rain of bad news
Reality was determined to corner her into marrying Brad
Everything was just too perfect. He was handsome, kind, interesting
Absolutely the perfect man for her, and yet…
The truth of it was Artie didn’t believe in marriage
It wasn’t the commitment. It was all the baggage that came with it
Vivid memories of her parents’ divorce still played in her nightmares
Everything having to do with matching rings made her queasy
Still if she didn’t say yes it meant she was saying no to Brad
Plenty of women would gladly take her place in his life
Inspired by that conundrum, Artie began to draw
Reaching inward to find an answer or some sort of compromise
If there was a way to do this, she would find it
That or decide whether she wanted to live the rest of her life with Brad or herself
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