I create art with my words
Carve it with a pen
My brain is the artist
My mind is the soul
I can twist and manipulate
Lines of ink, o my artist
To forming meaning and emotion
With the flick of my wrist
How can I create such beauty
Like a song it reads
Sings to my heart
Soothes my swarming head
My anger, sadness, destruction
Is transformed
Into a birdsong
Sweet from it's lungs
I wish I could escape
In the words, o my artist
I wish I could sink away
And let the water submerge me
But it just cascades
Like a waterfall
And I stay there whilst
It keeps me alive
But it also drowns me
It drowns me, o my artist
~
cue pretentious shit! I like it though so deal with it :)))
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the hurricane that is my brain + other poems
PoetryFor some reason I thought it would be a good idea to share my amateur poetry with the Internet. Literally just a rambling of my thoughts and ideas which I make sound more pretentious than I am so I feel more intelligent. I would really appreciate if...
