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I am an
Artist.
They say
Art Is Dead.
Woops,
Guess I missed that
Memo
Because I am an artist.
You know what that makes me?
Selfish, egotisti..
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This is about my brother, who got a college education and is now jobless, moneyless,
and depending on me, his younger sister, for money, phone acces..
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Slowly, she got into her car, buckled her seatbelt, and pulled out of her parking space. She pulled her car up to the exit of the parking lot. Pausing..
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Iopened your box
Pandora
And evil came flying out
With heartache
And fear
With sickness
And hate.
I'm sorry Pandora
But
I knew hope was at th..
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Strum
Callused fingers
And make music
That guitar sound
Makes my heart
Soar, burst,
Sing along in love
And ecstasy.
Say goodbye textbooks
For..
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He has color
Hiding beneath his skin
So bright
I can almost discern it
Shifting and changing
Greens and blues and hues
Of purple
Sunny gold spl..
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Inspired by R.E.M.'s Nightswimming.
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This poem is for you.
Thesummer has come and gone
And I've lost you in winter.
Calling out, I hope you hear
And follow my fear
To me.
They wou..
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My love for you will never end,
Though you are dead and gone
My ache for you must live on.
One day, when the earth swallows me up,
They will say m..
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I started these but never finished them.
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