Thursday, 3 November 2011
06:15:13 AM (GMT)
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Music is painted on a canvas of silence.
Art is painted on a canvas of imagination.
Poetry is painted on a canvas of emotion.
If only my words could capture the essence of my feeling and thought like music tells
its stories of love and pain.
But the notes and rhythms and sweet sound of a grand piano convey far more than that
of the clumsy and limited vocabulary that I possess.
Anger, pain, all the emotions that seem to those like a cry of attention.
That make people laugh at you and scorn you for being an emotional person (emo).
Emotions and poetry cannot possibly put an entire being under one category, can it?
To a world of endless technology and knowledge at their fingertips, you'd think that
they'd evolve to know that human feelings are not fake.
But instead, with knowledge comes communication. And when one communicates ignorance
to another, it devolves us.
Everything said and everything done is put into a category. These categories take the
edge off of the responsibility needed to fix the broken.
People classified as emo are those who need help.
They cry for you, they yearn for you, they do everything in their power to capture
your attention. But you turn them
away. Blame them for drama, for unnecessary depression. This can be fixed. Don't turn
them away, accept them and help them.
The depression will cease. The drama will mellow and the pain will die. Why can
nobody wrap their mind around that concept?
Anyone hurting deserves to be relieved, not pushed away to save yourself from a bit
Don't be unfair.
The cries of attention are not to be a pain, they are a cry for help
So please, do not be angry.
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