Artist?

Of course I'm not one you'd call
an "artist."
In fact, I refuse to even accept
such a title.
No, I'm just another sailboat on this
ridiculous sea,
painted a contradictory shade of orange.
I need to put in motion
the change to my brushstrokes;
the pattern I have
is far too redundant. My canvas
is crumbling and
I'm sinking to the bottom,
the pit of my
greatest fears to lose everything.
If all is lost
it really means I'm dying,
I'm falling apart.
I need to work on this, I need to
work this out,
(because if I don't, I'll sink for sure)
even if it means
falling to pieces just to rebuild myself
into something I
so obviously could never be.
I mean,
I did it before, why not again?
(Maybe because
all my tools are broken.)
Perhaps a new paintbrush is in order.
The colors of the sailboat,
the orange ship that is myself,
are fading, they're being
washed away
by the tides.
Maybe I'll just drift alone
on my sea,
painting pictures of my
oh-so broken soul.
Will this bring peace to my heart?
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sailboat =] you're a
sailboat =] you're a sailboat! an orange one, too. i love that. heehee i love the entire piece.
maybe, though, you could connect the artist part at the beginning a little more to the later parts? when you write "I need to work this out", it makes me confused, because I can't connect it very well to the previous lines.
i still love it, though. =] more orange sailboats, please.
Heheh.
Orange sailboat. Fwee. Okay. I can try to connect it more. Thanks for the feedback!
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