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Mental Art Break Down


Blank and barren pages have been my eternal enemy Hours tick by The start of a new battle Pencil and ink strike first Blood flowing Making me whole for just another moment “You are no one!” “Art will take you nowhere!” “You are talentless!” I stumble back Struck by an overpowering fear Harsh and painful weapons Slice Cut And butcher my hopes and dreams With each slash of the blade My need to conquer the eternal and overwhelming enemy increases I re enter Fighting with a purpose beyond myself Shapes gain form and space Colors blast Canons from my hands Without a moment of hesitation or second thought My room melts Heat and friction restart my blaze Hot as white embers Watercolor Ink Graphite Charcoal Marker Film All mediums Enter my hand changing effortlessly My own personal and self influenced shield and blade The enemy Rearing back Prepares an unseen and epic blow Praying This blow will end it Final and long lasting “You are not an artist!” “Look at you; you’re a creep, a freak, and a stalker!” “You’re a damn freak of nature!” “Go crawl back into the hole in hell you were spawned from you inhuman waste of oxygen!” Regaining my balance Upon one knee A sudden burst Colors and memories Long buried play back Slow yet life shattering Bystanders scream out “Just give up for now.” “Turn in.” “It’s too late, just stop and try again tomorrow.” Words hit me Bringing my only support down Fallen Ever nerve Every emotion Every color Blazes in an inferno Giving in and wanting out Heart racing Eyes growing ever wide Breathing turning to violent and uncontrollable I lay the beast to rest Same as the rest who tried To stand before me All remaining is a piece My soul and heart Laiding on a page A battlefield Brought to life by the death Of the enemy Proven to myself Van Gogh Dali Da Vinci Rapheal Angelo Mapplethorpe Warren Avedon Mann Eisenberg Weston Sherman Picasso Warhol Adams Arbus Monet Escher Dahl Daguerre Ray To those still in battle To those still fighting To those who have fallen Reality is fully drawn Leave your mark Leave it for the world to see Make it large and unforgettable Even if it’s small Be proud Keep fighting Stay inspired and pure Art moves
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