I don’t know what to write,
Waiting for some idea to strike,
Holding on to my pen tight,
Dreams come to sight,
Good news of some strange light.
Counting my unrequited dreams,
I want to try unique themes,
Something dark reaching extremes,
It is not as easy as it seems,
I won’t give up by any means.
I don’t know where to start,
A poem or something from heart,
A tragedy or something I’m part,
With each beat passing my heart,
I realize the value of art.
Should I write something lyrical,
Or about Life being empirical,
I don’t wanna sound typical,
But is satisfaction mythical?
Or is Life critical?
I don’t know what’s best,
Life always takes test,
Take it as an order or request,
Let’s do our best,
And leave to God the rest.
-Ava Tripathy
“I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself”
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Avem 
Niceee
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Well penned. Greetings 🙂
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Well written.
I realize the value of art.
True that art is very good to express your feelings and emotions. It can be any art form like writing, singing, dancing, acting, painting, etc.
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Lovely as always 👍🏻🤗
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SMiles Dear Ava All
In All oF ALL I SPend
mY Days iNSuRinG
SNoW
FLaKES
Don’t Melt
iNDeeD UNiQue
Of Your Original
Creativity TReaSuRE
DanCinG SinGinG Your
SoUL To Life iN All New
Colors Home Within SPRinGS
Yet HeaR’S
The “Thing”
A Life of Cold
NumBeRS Hard
NumBeRS To Make
A LiVinG Will Melt A
SNoWFLaKE
SoUL
i’ve Experienced
The Slow Melt As
A Machine Made
Human In Decades
Of Work
Then With
Information
Technology
That Yes
Transformed
IT into What i
Became
Just A
BLocK Of
Ice Never
Lose Poetry
Of YouR SoUL
For Without
Art All That’s Left
Of SMarT iS S And M
Without Art All That’s
Left of HeART iS He
Without Art
All That’s
Left of
EartH iS
EH
What
HaPPeNeD
To mY SoUL
WHeRE Did Moving
Connecting Co-Creating
Go Yes For
All Practical
Intents And
Purposes
God
Dies Within
When Art
Goes To Sleep
EYes of Your Child Inside…
Got Stuck At “The Laundry
Mat” Dry Cleaning my
UNiForM
Last Night
Yet Returning
This Morning With
Good News Even
When
Art
Goes
To Sleep
Reborn Art Returns
iN LiGHT Of SoUL CoLoRS NoW🎼
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Beautifully expressed.. I can very well relate
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The value of art. Let loose when you don’t know and let it take you wherever it goes
Great poem 👍
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Me everytime I try to write something and no thoughts come to my mind at all 😅
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