Caring For Conviction

My conviction lays in pieces on the floor. 

Trying to piece it back together, 

I search for my will. 

I find my pencil.

Found it.


My heart unburdened, unchained, 

Flows into my instrument. 

The effort taxes me 

As emotions reverberate. 

My convictions start gluing back together again. 

I am pleased.


The energy bursts out, 

I sense the sun, the star, 

In all of its glory. 

My will says it’s done. 

I put the pencil down. 


I sink back into my chair, comprehending

My art. 

The words reflect a transience 

Comparable to those explosions in our cars, 

And like those explosions, 

The transience runs me forward. 


My conviction, I feel it, caress it, embrace it. 

It’s been too long. 

Let’s spend the rest of our lives together. 

I’ll help you and you’ll help me. 

Our journey won’t know what hit it.



“Life’s only be…

“Life’s only beautiful because it’s so fleeting, so transient.”
“What’s the point of something that disappears as soon as it’s born? True beauty lies in things that last forever, never rotting or fading.”- Deidara and Sasori, respectively.


Two artists arguing about what true beauty’s all about. Quite frankly, I can see beauty in both permanence and transience. With an everlasting piece of art, a legacy can be created. With an artistic bang, the few that were there can appreciate that one moment in time. What do you guys think?