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Poetry

and no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016

Art

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by -aesthete-

by -aesthete-

I measure my depression,
through what I've created.
You see,
I draw or paint or write when I've got urges.

Sometimes I make sad poems,
or some that are angry.
I make pretty drawings,
or some that scare me.

I paint with pastel colors,
sometimes in greys and blacks.
All I know is,
I've made something again.

It blocks my thoughts,
keeps me distracted.
It alarms me,
because I've made three drawings in three days.