I wrote this poem, "Human Art" a reeeally long time ago. It was back before I ever found confidence within myself, when I would compare myself to women who in my mind were modelesque "works of art." It's a bit shabby and dated compared to my current writing style but I wrote it with true felings and that's why I'm still proud of the outcome.... here it is Human Art I always wanted to be a fragile thing Falling apart in the protection of someone else's embrace. So delicate, so weak, a greek goddess in flight, The most mystifying thing he'd ever seen. I've seen the others - "the beautiful ones." Their perfection, so effortless that is seems to consist of so little purpose. Pastels upon the face that makes you swoon Makes me shiver beneath the very skin that holds me together. And when I, the inferior moon, had so timidly met her, the illuminated sun, Her melodic voice had pierced right through my meak greeting. The grace of her body defied my sluggish movements While I remained defeated in a war of human art work and perfection. Though as we conversed of life and love and such, I couldn't help but watch the ocean film glaze her hypnotic eyes. And while I fought the innocent, confused smile from my face, I couldn't help but think, "she is the saddest sunset I've ever seen."
