Lonely Night

MyWorldsInWords

By Aarron Mondello

16/1/2018

Rain drops falling in her hair
Into their midst she blankly stares
Searching for what’s no longer there
For tonight her moon has died

Sadness fills her fit to bursting
In the darkness looming lurking
Are broken hearts tonight they’re hurting
It seems the sun has lied

The promise it made of warmth and love
Broken like the moon above
No loving arms around her hug
No comfort in this stormy night

Through the rain on broken feet
She walks slowly through the streets
And if her maker she does meet
From numb hands her heart he’ll pry

And still the rain runs down her face
Weaving runnels of silver lace
Covering up each painful trace
Behind this new mask she will hide.

©Aarron Mondello
16/1/2018


Image https://www.deviantart.com/art/One-Rainy-Night-597168632

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if you could follow a teardrop

Night Palette

(a man, seeing that his daughter

is crying,

kneels down

and asks her)

if you could follow a teardrop

where would it go?

if it clung to your sulking cheek

and held

and held

until it couldn’t

could it sneak between a crack of

an even sadder

concrete floor?

if it danced

and dodged and celebrated

loudly enough

could it make its way into the earth?

and if the earth, and bugs, and plants

greeted it warmly

could it come to feed apple trees, and lilies, and yarns of whistling mushrooms?

and if the flowers bloomed

would bees, and rabbits, and everyone we know

come to know or eat these wondrous things?

and with this energy would people

go on to sing, and laugh,

and wipe more and more tears away?

you see,

there is nothing wrong with crying,

but how can anyone be upset

knowing that they are

everything…

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The art of being a fan

Cristian Mihai

No matter who or where we are, we consume art on a daily basis. We listen to songs, watch a movie, or spend a lazy afternoon enjoying a good book.

But why is it that art is so important? Why is it that our lives would feel empty, pointless, filled with blank spaces without it?

Art is important for a million different reasons: because it inspires us, because it gives us purpose, motivation, ambition, and it makes us dream. Art shows us a world we would’t dare imagine by ourselves. We consume art simply because it’s beautiful… a beautiful voice can be admired just for that, so is a beautiful painting.

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TMM: Write to write

“Write to write. Write because you need to write. Write to settle the rage within you. Write with an internal purpose. Write about something or someone that means so much to you, that you don’t care what others think.”Nick Miller

There are a million different reasons to write something. The narcissistic belief that what you have to say is important to others, the selfless ideal of helping save this world through art and beauty…

Fame. Money. Love.

Heartbreak. Depression. Solitude.

All of them are important reasons.

But there’s something about writing just to write, writing to get the words out of your head…

Writing because that’s what you do. Writing because you won’t have it any other way.

If you feel strongly about something, then you can write about it.

All you have to do is silence all the other voices that keep telling you stuff like people won’t like it (who cares?) or it won’t sell(again, who cares?) or it’s been done before(everything’s been done before, or so it seems until something new comes along).

Just write. Type those damn words. There will come a day when you’ll be thankful for that.

TMM: Artistically bankrupt

Artistically bankrupt. Also known as writer’s block for writers, screenwriters, and poets. Also known as having no clue what to do for painters, singers, dancers, etc.

What can you do about it? I mean, you stare at a blank page for so long that your head gets dizzy and still nothing good happens. You may write a few sentences but soon delete them.

Well.. just stop. Yeah, stop. No, no, I mean it. Stop. Now, go out and live life. I know it sounds like a scary thing to do, but you must. It’s for your art. Go out there and live. Meet new people, do exciting stuff. Fall in love, be a douchebag, get dumped, get your heart broken, then write about that. Or sing about it. Or paint your pain away.

This is the thing.

Consuming art is a way to escape reality.

Creating art is a way to recreate reality, give it a different meaning, or simply immortalize it.

Regardless, you must spend some time in this world, in the real world, doing stuff, for this whole artist thing to work.

Sorry, there’s no way to go around it.

So go out there and have fun. Or at least try to.