Body ArtA Poem by Ashton A.Just an old Poem I wrote for a contest about a year ago. I really like how it turned out.
My Patch work soul depicts the very confusion within my mind set. It is as soft and elegant as a baroque oil painting. Yet it’s as vibrant as pop art. The stain glass heart pulsating beneath the sculpture of my own physical being, Is as rebellious as graffiti on a subway wall, But still as structured and civilized as the Mona Lisa herself. Blinded with radiance are my eyes, Painted and shaded are my cheeks, Even the tips of my fingers are adorned with the most unique of oddities. My shoulders are draped with pure moonlight. My hair in light summer dew. I am a collage of emotion run wild. Time is dangling from my ears. Dreams are the pearls wrapped around my neck. Love is the paint upon my lips. I am a work of art. © 2008 Ashton A.Featured Review
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