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so yea this is a poem that i wrote (before my living arrangements went from really bad to super weird over the course of 7 years) leave me a comment about what you think. i am ultra bored right now and my "green" person just left with my money. good thing i know people who live in this city (on account of i've leved here before) or i'd be screwed!!
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Title: Art
Shes an artist
Thats what they've always said
And all the art shes ever done,
Has always been in red
She only has one utensil
only one that she prefers
any other screws her up
but this one, it is hers
Some say her art is beautiful
some say its really bad
she knows exactly what it is
cuz its done when she is mad
She made a promise to her love
to leave her arms alone
but her love was not there
that night she ran from home
Her mom was being a jerk
her daddy being an a**
her mama slapped her hard in the face
and she was outta there fast
she only went four houses down
cuz her dad was sure to follow
she snuck inside and talked it over
But after still felt hollow
She got a ride home that night
her friend whispered good luck
She opened the door, saw her dad
And first thought was "oh F**"
The fight still carried on all night
her parents didnt care
they didnt see them killing her
cuz all she did was glare
Finally her mom had had enough
boarding school she said
bunny no she thought, and then
she ran to bed
She grabbed her scissors along the way
and then pulled up her slevees
she dug them in and pulled real hard
and watched her blood begin to leave
she made a heart, a star, a bow
she even made a cat
She finished all her pictures,
the last one was a hat
now she had new art to show
to all her artsy friends
most of them will like it
but some know soon, she'll end
 xdemonicallyxyours13x · Thu Aug 17, 2006 @ 07:11pm · 1 Comments |
