Art is my blood

Art; 

   the (blood rushing through

my veins, painting me with color in this

gray, flavorless world) 

ability to

take your brok-

           en, s e n s e l e s s,

 c

    a

 t 

    t

 e

    r

  e

      d

thoughts and

make them

beautiful and whole. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

djpunkrock

I like the way you set up your poem. In a way it reminds me of Grasshopper by Cummings.

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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