EXO-ART

by NEWR   Mar 4, 2008


HE grabbed the paint brush

dipped it into the paint

the blood flowed with the adrenaline rush

he knew he wasnt gonna faint

he was up beat and in control

on the side of the building but on top of the world

with the cars passing him

he got ready to paint the canvas

with every stroke his eyes rose into

the spoke that poked his heart

and knew what his message was through his exo-art

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  • 17 years ago

    by Faithless Watermelon

    Started out great and then ya lost me :P

  • 17 years ago

    by Gabba Gabba Hey

    Oooooh....this is good! It's really...well it really gets you involved in the whole process. You feel what he's feeling...good job. I like it alot!

    Rock on!

    Toni

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