Pencils can’t write what I feel
Talking can’t say what I mean
Art can’t show what I want
What can show me for who I am?
I am a blank canvas waiting to be painted
I am story waiting to be written
I am something coming from nothing
I am me
And there is no person just like me
No copies made in a cubicle at work
No rough drafts in someone’s computer
I am who I am
No one else is
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Angel of Death
Poetry! Comments are welcomed!
Other voices
Images in my head
Angel of Death
Inside my head
- SCHIZOPHRENIC MIND
- "The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see --i t is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life." By Robert Penn Warren
Quotes in my mind
"The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see --i t is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life."
By Robert Penn Warren
2 comments:
I love this one because it really expresses who u are and how no one else is like u. good job.
I thought each person is unique no one else is like them. Thanks!
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