3000, Art Posted by robynwildchild, Wed Oct-08-03 09:49 AM
The illusions fall flat on their face inspired then discarded I can't get past the facade that keeps me so guarded Those constructive installations created by all the exhibitions hang cluttered in one part of my mind in a room without a window or shade of light The optimist turns its face around to destroy the clown and create the frown the smile quickly slinks away all hope is slippin the clock is drippin red the negative thoughts run throughout my head as if it were a playground for the dead That feeling that nothing i render will ever win i'm seeing all my quirks fade in those paintings so avidly painted colorful spontaneous inks the contour of your smile will always seem so worth the wild this essence lingers in me for a while then is lost lost lost torn and twisted stitched and blistered to reminisce in past art leads leads the room to slipt apart in dark perception i want to paint myself a different picture but i can't seem to pick up the brush in just one thought the visions hush all the impossible perfections haven't a direction in the negative space of creation without the temptation of hope
will i force myself out on a limb to you only to hear it crack, then break?
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