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College / 9:31 PM - Friday November 06, 2009

What do you think of my poetry?

I have to send in two samples of writing with my Governor's School application,
what do you think of this?


The world is my canvas,
I can change or alter what I please.
If I dislike this shirt or that tree,
I can imagine it variously.

I have the ability to use my brush
to paint the sky a magnificent blue,
or sketch with my tired pencil
a resplendent rainbow for you.

I have the power to mold moods.
A bright sparkle lights your eyes;
with a glittering sprinkle of curiosity,
creativity replaces lies.

Together we can depict a vivid fairytale
with our interlacing dreams,
swell the world with violets and pinks,
its mind bursting at the seams.

The world is my canvas.
Leaving a hazy trail along the way,
letting my soul spill on the floor,
I put my passions on display.

Update: November 10, 2009.
Okay: The world is my canvas. I can change or alter whatever I see; If I dislike this shirt I have on, I can imagine it differently. I have the ability to use my brush to paint the sky a magnificent blue, or sketch with my tired pencil a resplendent rainbow for you. I have the power to mold moods. A bright sparkle lights your eyes; with a glittering sprinkle of curiosity, creativity replaces lies. Together we can depict a vivid fairytale with our interlacing dreams, swell the world with violets and pinks, its mind bursting at the seams. The world is my canvas. Leaving a hazy trail along the way, letting my soul spill on the floor, I put my passions on display. better?

- Asked by carriexox, An Arty Girl, Girl, 15, Student
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