A toast to the artists.
To singers whose voices won't ever be heard.
To the poets who could, but don't write a word.
To the sculptures, whose hands form the
essence of desperation.
To authors that have more power than printed
sunshine.
To people who can slow down the world.
To those who wander and feel nothing but lost.
To lyricists who can trigger a feeling in a
moment's time.
To the painters whose intentions are sharper than knives.
To you.
To the rarest of species.
To the ones who know nothing, yet crave the world's secrets.
To the artists.
To us.
Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem.:
This poem is about the idea of belonging somewhere nobody belongs. With artists and people of that sort, everyone fits into the category of misfits. We couldn't join a group, so we formed our own.
Please explain your writing and thought process regarding this poem.:
This poem isn't necessarily for me, but it started out that way. Throughout the process, it became targeted to the person i wish i could be.
Why did you choose to write this poem?:
Because i wanted to put how i felt into words, and a poem is the only thing that could do this feeling justice.
This is so beautiful! I felt your feelings while reading this.