Don't tell me my words are not art.
Don't tell me that they are not like the gentle brushes of an inspired lover's hues, gliding across the canvas in a flurry of passion. Don't tell me my hands do not resemble the calloused fingers of a devoted artist, his brush splattering paper eith the neon colors etched all over his face.
Do not read my words, you will not find the worth you are looking for -
Instead, listen to each and every letter I weep and scream out of my pen. Let the bold black of my ink carress your heart and show you colors you have never seen before.
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Hi.. A few suggestions, that's all..
I think the genre is incorrect. And might be a bit of a disappointment to readers. And even if it's a short story, it's real real short.... But I think that you have a lot to express. And somehow it just got restrained. I would just advise you to not bind yourself in any constraints whatsoever and let your soul just print it's image on paper.. I would love more and more of you.. Please show me those unseen colours.. Thank You:)
Hey, I'm here to review.
Well. This goes under flash fiction, I guess, although it is not quite so. It feels like an expression of emotion, without the typical structure of a story. It does not have a climax, and perhaps it would be better to be presented as a poem? Because I can see this being a prose poem.
Keeping that issue aside, I do like the imagery you have presented to us here. But I am not sure. The artist in me is pleased with it, but the writer is not. Writing does not care about how fancy the words are, but the meaning behind them. In that, the ending line portrays perfectly what writing is about, and how, rather than sating our eyes, it provides imagery in our mind. It is a more impressive feat to transfer the words we read to images in our mind, rather than marveling what has been put on the plate. That is the achievement that I feel most writers would want to have.
The third paragraph is a contradiction to what writing is about. Do not read My words? Why? Are they not made to be read? Are they not made to be understood? In here, the persona is discouraging the first step one should do to understand a story or a poem or anything that is written. Even articles are discerned to its deepest layer, and the same goes to other form of writing. If one cannot appreciate writing, it means it does not suit one's taste. Not because it lacks the quality of an art; the understanding of art is subjective to individuals, but it is a general agreement that writing is indeed a form of art.
So yeah. To sum it up, perhaps instead of relying on imagery, explain to the You why writing is art. Why context and characters are important aspects in it, and why it cannot be dismissed as a lower form of art just because one prefers visual art than this. Gallery is a more deserted place than bookstores, that much I can be sure of. Keep up the good job!
Not going to review this, unfortunately. However, pray for that guy you were talking to, yeah? I can't imagine a life of illiteracy. Must be torture.