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I see the graphics and forms wildly vivid
I've got to express it before it's too late
But to begin my brush becomes timid
With frustration I hesitate
In my mind it's solid, it's rigid
From vision to canvas is hard to relate
The incomprehension makes me livid
It shouldn't be this hard to create
Imagination is ahead and intrepid
Production left behind as my hands procrastinate
It's more complex then following a traced grid
I can't make my ideas legible and straight
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Hey kid
Eliminate
The lid
Just paint
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YOU ARE READING
My Poetry Is Not Like Yours
PoetryI just let myself start writing, opening a pathway for my emotions to spill out in words. It's a kind of therapy, you could say.
