I'm A Fucking Work Of Art

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You can see my tear the pages

Like I tear away my flesh

You think that I'm a model

I'm stick thin and plastic

Scatter me across your mirrors

What has it really got to take

I can see me tripping on the cat walk

There goes my future. I am hell bent

You can see the bloody canvas

Like my screaming bleeding heart

You think that I am paranoid

I'm a fucking work of art

Splay me with fake appreciation

Well I think you're way to late

I can see you trying to analyze

There goes my life. There's nothing left

You can see my broken fingers

Like some smashed piano keys

I can see you trying to resuscitate

Strangling every word to please

Review me in the papers

What do you really want to say?

I can see you think I'm washed up

There goes my trigger. I hadn't pressed sent

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Author notes

I am not sure this makes much sense.
It started out being a piece I really enjoyed.
It is kind of surreal like the picture accompanying it
Let me know what you think.

It is about the struggles of being an artist in whatever way shape or form it may be.

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  Shadow-Kissed
  June 26
  
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  I love your stereotypical prospective. This was a beautiful piece. Definitely one of my favourite poems on this site. Very well done. Keep up the good work.
  
  -Chantale

  beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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  ImSimplyAle
  June 4
  
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  Woahhhh that's like wayyyy trippy xD but cool xD
  i really enojyed this litttle, piece of art, and the picture,
  .Indeed.
  XOXO ALE.
  CIAO

  
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  Siby Anan
  June 4
  
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  This is really, what's the word? Modern. I don't quite know how to describe the thoughts but when I think of modern I see splashes of different things unified in an amazing way. That's what I see in this poem. Your poem is art, as well as the ideas you've portrayed. The poem screams unique thoughts, and a crave for someone to realize that you don't care if they don't believe.
  
  At least, that's what I thought before I read the last stanza. Because then it seems like the person has given up trying, which kind of defeats the whole purpose D:

  
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  AllOuta
  June 3
  
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  I know I am constantly saying how much your work touches me, and how much better your next piece is to the last. But this is truly your best piece ever. Truly and deeply touching! I adore your soul.
  
  And, god wherever did you get that pic?

  
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  Pudding-zilla
  June 3
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  I have to say, amazing as always.

  
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  CeliaBby
  June 3
  
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  "Splay me with fake appreciation
  Well I think you're way to late
  I can see you trying to analyze
  There goes my life. There's nothing left"
  omg omg omg I LOVE that part. xD you're wonderful Mirth.
• frostany
  June 3
  
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  wow, I'm not sure I totally understood this poem, but you have some amazing images in here. i really like you're use of the word splay as a verb that was really interesting and seemed to really work. This was a very moving piece. I agree with you that the picture really works for this piece. The picture like the poem is both vague and extremely precise both at the same time. Nice work as usual.
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  MsAlee
  June 3
  
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  I like it, not only does it show the struggles of the artist but also the mental anguish each lives with.