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On Canvas

I prise my eyes open
And paint on a smile,
I am an artist’s depiction
Of myself
No one knows
How I feel,
I don’t let them
They only see
The colourful me
The brush strokes
That Make me strong
But inside I know
They are wrong
How does the artist
create such beauty
From someone
So empty,
So alone.

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10 Comments

  1. I was going to say that you strike me as the stargazing type (not having read your bio beforehand LOL) and sure enough! It shows. The ideas that you present here are paradoxical on the surface, but far from empty. Amazing through and through, my friend 🙂

  2. “I am an artists depiction of myself” wow what a line! I’m enjoying your poetry, thanks for sharing 🙂

  3. A stunning ending! You’ve woven together a masterpiece of a poem here as I must admit, this poem can speak for me as well. Great job.

  4. No one can truly know another’s pain but you did a very good job of expressing it Excellent write up.

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      • I haven’t heard of that site, I may have to check it out 🙂 I do like feeling like part of a community

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