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My pencil drags leaving marks on the page I don't pick it up, in fear of Lossing my thoughts my mind my eyes But I put it down, and pick up my pen dragging that too across the page smearing ink afraid of making that one mistake The one mistake that ruins the pice the one that ruins the work my heart I then put that down too and chose my colors so many combinations can be made, green blue black red orange pink silver white black purple black gold But it can only be three colors, or else it looks too cluttered to messy too unfinished I choose my colors, and then they too get dragged across the page Mixing occurs blending, and I worry about the mistakes again Anxiety spikes in my mind my heart is pumping but my hands are steady And I repeat my steps, over and over and over and over and over until I get It just right And finally, I step back I look at the paper I laugh, I smile finally, no mistakes It's beautiful, but not enough so so I try again in an endless loop of pencils, pens, and color
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
Pencil on the Paper
My pencil drags leaving marks on the page I don't pick it up, in fear of Lossing my thoughts my mind my eyes But I put it down, and pick up my pen dragging that too across the page smearing ink afraid of making that one mistake The one mistake that ruins the pice the one that ruins the work my heart I then put that down too and chose my colors so many combinations can be made, green blue black red orange pink silver white black purple black gold But it can only be three colors, or else it looks too cluttered to messy too unfinished I choose my colors, and then they too get dragged across the page Mixing occurs blending, and I worry about the mistakes again Anxiety spikes in my mind my heart is pumping but my hands are steady And I repeat my steps, over and over and over and over and over until I get It just right And finally, I step back I look at the paper I laugh, I smile finally, no mistakes It's beautiful, but not enough so so I try again in an endless loop of pencils, pens, and color
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
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