it's getting clouded in here
move me to the spacious beyond
take me by the walls
spin me until i crumble
i am art
let me be art
i must breathe
open organic lungs
gift me colours wild
bruise colours
my greens and purples
strip me down and gesso my flesh
picture me abstractually
actually
all my lovely peices
all my darkened places
silent parts
yours for the making
did i say "taking"?
give me back
i am art
keep your dirty hands to yourself
so many voices poking their own colors onto my mind
smearing me blind
under all this fabric
every delusion wrapping me
but i know that i am truly free
so write me wild and true
speak each word concise
cut me like... i like
fire refined
throw me in
the end will be more beautiful
than this
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Infinitely Polar
PoetryPoems and snippets and thoughts emanating from my manic depressive mind. Living with mental illness can be challenging but beautiful. A bipolar mind is often paradoxical...
