M.O

YOUR M.O

I can birth the story but when I do, it takes on a life of its own.

I can scribble my true feelings onto paper but now it’s more than a poem.

I can live and take my bed up here and still have it not be my home.

I can have friends for life but really still be alone

I can have a heart of flesh but really have a heart of stone

I can pretend to not be affected but still be prone

I can write you a poem on your birthday, written in prose

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Author: artisticapathy

Since I was in grade school I’ve loved to create. I wrote and illustrated whole worlds since I was able. When I was a little older I directed home movies with my friends. It’s safe to say I’ve always had a thing for the arts. It’s something that’s as much me as my physical makeup. This blog was a re-commitment to that self. Here I can be expressive, provocative, enlightening, whatever. I love to write.

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