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Pretty paints have diminished and gone.
Papers have crumbled and disappeared.
Pencils and brushes have dulled and broke.
All that’s left is a..
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Silly one-liners spew
from the mouths of foolish boys.
They love me they say, love not I say.
Drool drips from quivering lips
when I ask why t..
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An insatiable mother holds a bucket
of cleaning supplies dear to her heart.
She calls for perfection as she’d go to Nantucket
just to fin..
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A million thoughts start on paper,
they all lead to one.
Words start and end to finish,
but they lay incomplete.
One work out of many is complete,..
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For hours I speak from end to end,
but my lips never flinch as my mouth
is shut through silence.
With pencils and brushes I speak
through im..
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Up and down the fingers dance on ivory keys.
String are softly beat as smooth tones
ring sweetly entwining in the air.
Notes mix and blend toge..
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Clay in the hands of a broken artist;
You mold me a hundred times over.
This is wrong, this is wrong, you say as the owner.
Disgruntled and bef..
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Stepping out onto the stage my footsteps echo.
Standing in the spotlight, I stand naked.
No clothes, no make-up, no masks -- just my bare self.
A..
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Spinning, spinning, spinning around,
the pen twirls in a dance on paper.
Writing, writing, writing surrounds,
the words bleed from a pen on pap..
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Dreams lay broken in the hands of a little girl,
but they were the dreams of another.
Dreams for a little girl, dreamt by parents
who always dr..
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