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Art (2010)

Poetry By: Dusty3000

Really not my best but I'm putting it up because I like my ending and I think it sends a message...I wrote a monologue for my theatre class off of my poem, that had a real message.

Submitted:Jul 28, 2011    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Sometimes I don't feel anything but the anger inside,

there is something I try to hide

It is something that many do not understand

It is hard to hide, but can not be suppressed

Instead of crying or talking,

I use my blood as my tears,

the blood as my words and the scars and markings as my sentence

My wrist is my canvas, the razor is my brush, my pain is my muse

and my life is my fuse.

This is my Art.


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