Empty CanvasA Poem by AidenMy ode to art, it has saved my life.
I am a canvas
a pristine white piece for which to throw your pain at I am a piece of paper a tenth generation recycle for which to write your agony I am spoken prose a mind full of words for which to speak your misery I am the fine line between life and death for without me some would have already gone I am art in any form impassive brought to life by your torment people stare at me on the wall and contemplate my meaning maybe it is about the artist's repression no, it is about my expression for without it I would be an empty canvas
© 2013 AidenAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAidenSeattle, WAAboutHey. I am new here...well, new to writing in general. Though no stranger to the arts. I fancy myself a few things we wont mention but I'd say artist was near top on that liat. I will update this.. more..Writing
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