selfportrait
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You may know me, or you may not, but I garuntee, you don't know me at all. Mouth closed, eyes pencil-lead dull, limbs frozen,
I am a paper doll.
I am an artist.Some people would say that 'artist'is synonymous with 'creator'--I am not a creatOR,I create AND keep on creating.
I will never amount to anything.
I will have no role,
no impact on this world.
Am I significant?
The world would go on without me.
I will pass from this place
and nothing will be changed.
Along with the wind
My mind flows
As a cool breeze
Kisses my cheek
And bright, colorful leaves
Fill my eyes
Such a beautiful sight
Within walking meditatiion
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Hands tied behind her back.
Society wants to keep her down,
beating her brain with ignorance and burying her in debt.
A fury of thick red, yellow, purple and orange brush strokes surrounds
I would paint myself a writer
writing in my shoebox apartment,
thousands of pages
strewn about my room
beautiful nonsense
covering every single one
I'd create stories
about sad girls
i taste like skin and cranberry juice
my ankles are weak
and i have permanent bags under my eyes
from where i haven't had a good night's sleep in years
my lips are swollen
