A Text I Sent To Another Young Poet Poem by Chase Gagnon

A Text I Sent To Another Young Poet



You know, this pain you feel is a blessing because with that pain you create beautiful art... We're cursed for a reason, and that reason is to create beauty. Without pain there would be no art, and the world would be dull and colorless... so in a certain light, the blood that drips from our wrists is the paint that brightens the bleak walls of this world. It's such a special gift to hurt like we do.

Friday, May 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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Chase Gagnon

Chase Gagnon

Detroit, Michigan
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