Thursday, January 28, 2010


I'm an artist. I perfected drawing girls a while ago, so I tried to focus on drawing guys, so I bought a manikin, and inspiration bloomed.

A lonely figure
faceless and empty
to be molded into
to be molded into
a lie.
Inside, he watches
He is who he is
Outside, he is nothing
a trapped bird
yearning to be free


Milli said...

Great poem!

Inkgirl said...

I like the poem.

I used to twists Manikins into different positions when I got bored. :) They're beautiful, though.

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Lonely Angel said...

A Uncommon expiration. Great. It's hard for me to write good stuff like you.