A Dying Breed

A Dying Breed

A Poem by Madeline
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My boyfriend once told me: "Drawing is not a useful skill." I dare to disagree.

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It's not a useful skill.
Words cannot feed you.
They will not keep you warm at night.
colors and pretty pictures are just that.
and nothing more.
artist's have no place in this world.
it's not a life skill.
not applicable.
but cooking however...

I don't care if we are a dying breed.
sure it's not really a life skill,
sure it doesn't heal people,
or feed them.
you can't eat paper, you can't drink paint.

but artists... will be there til the very end.
to create worlds for the engineers when work becomes too stressful.
WE are your mental vacation.
WE will remember the world in beauty,
admits the chaos, and the smashed cubical.
you would be nothing without us.
where would you be if you didn't have a book to read?
Normal people don't write books.
Artists do.
The profound ability to create a world within worlds.

© 2011 Madeline


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Added on October 13, 2011
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Madeline
Madeline

Lakewood, WA



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