As I place the tip of the lead on the paper and drag it to make lines,
My memories fade away,
As I draw a picture to hang on my wall,
All my demons drown,
As I fill in the lines with color,
I am peaceful once again,
As I make wonderful art,
I am happy,
As long as I make art.
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Author:
Ace (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2017 11:01
- Comment from author about the poem: Art is one of my outlets for when I am sad/angry/lonely.
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Comments2
Yes all art is therapeutic . That's why I write poetry , listen to music , dance , paint , and many other various creative things .
Yes it is.
All forms of art can make you happy.
Yes it can. 💚💚
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