The Artist (II)A Poem by MarlenaDarker than it sounds.She could carve a picture with that knife poetic, impure, definition of life she could paint in red with that despair whispering to herself that it just wasn't fair. She could make a picture with those dreams she could tear herself apart, sew up the seams An artist with a knife, dark, distraught, definition of life she could write on those arms the blade sharp, such charm she could write a poem on her legs never stopping, no matter how much nerves beg a story on her stomach, blood drying and cracked craving attention she couldn't attract until, in the midst of red foggy air and sweltering, choking despair a hand takes the knife away and she looks into a face so perfect words cannot portray and she stares down at her scarred skin and a new life will finally begin with a little help from him. © 2009 MarlenaAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on December 15, 2009 AuthorMarlenaNYAbout-What's there to know? It's obvious why I'm here, that's all you need to get it.- more..Writing
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