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[aid] => mick
[title] => I need to be an Artist.
[time] => 2006-05-13 01:19:51
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[bodytext] => I lust for the depression, the aggression art holds The obsession to make an impression as a possession unfolds The moulds of a true artist, I let my mind go wondering Sometimes opens my eyes to success, or I go blind from blundering Thundering pains in my head, from powders ive snorted I don’t do it for the image, but to get that image distorted Unsupported and unstable, living in my studio of mood swings A bottle, some chalk and paint what ever my mood bring Ive screwed rings of companions up, Friends have been lost foreve I’m hoping that like my art, I rip them Then they come back together, My head is the weather, but rains what it often releases Art was my confidence boost, delivered messages in my pieces It increases my amount of depression, I have an obsession for pain My minds on a simple plain but far from simple and plain Cocaine assists this chalk to the paper, makes inspiration flow Without it my mind is blank like this paper, allows the foundation to grow And although this hobby eats away at me, and cuts of my health I need to be an artist because art is an art in its self Himself and I are attached simply matched with a passion Of displaying our naked images in our own kind of fashion Satisfaction is a bonus, my body now floats as a vapor Rushing threw life none existent from pieces of paper. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Jeremy_B [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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