Paint on my palms
Brush in hand
Before a black canvas
Is where I stand
Like a blank page
In this journal
Or a new file
To download
Edit
Make your own
Beautiful
Tragic
Raw
Cute
Whatever you feel
What you want to see
One who creates
Something from nothing
Is who we're meant to be
Being a creator
Is more than creativity
As being an artist
I'd what sets me free
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PuisiA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
