You create yourself from nowhere. Your own Pygmalion, you draw the lines of your face, and slowly, artistically, imaginatively, the map becomes a territory.
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The Art
Drop by drop My life escapes… Drop by drop… Tears from my soul Drops of life.. Tick tock The clock couting down Thump thump The beating heart slowgin down Drip drop Tick tock Thump thump Only i hear these sounds… Only i feel this pain.. Only i know how to end it… Tick tock The… Continue reading The Art
The Art ::poetry::
Drop by drop My life escapes… Drop by drop… Tears from my soul Drops of life.. Tick tock The clock couting down Thump thump The beating heart slowgin down Drip drop Tick tock Thump thump Only i hear these sounds… Only i feel this pain.. Only i know how to end it… Tick tock The… Continue reading The Art ::poetry::
The Child Cries
And The child cries…. “No more, No more,” the beatings never stop, Love is taught,so many ways, pain maybe hate, with broken wings angels can not fly, such is th child’s screams in the night,
The painting of My Life
On the Canvass:Paragon and Delusion As a child I used to draw ink form the same well that others used to paint their world.From that well the colors of my world are as vibrant and lively as I could ever want.
Safety
(this is a poem i wrote that i just wanted people to be able to read because, well, i guess i just have a lot on my mind and i needed to post this.)