I thought you were just speaking of life, not your body. But as someone who loves all forms of art, you sucked me in with your rhymes and supplies, only to break my heart at the end.

This is one hits hard. The poem take a hopeful and light-hearted start. I thought this might be about a tattoo artist at first or some other form of body art. I was reminded of these videos originally thinking that this poem would go in this direction.

"[Akiane Kramarik Documentary](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5uN3B2YXWM)"

[''Painting The Impossible'' by Akiane Kramarik](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wm9BGxpf0hU)

However, the poem continues and takes a darker turn when the writer mentions throwing out the supplies along with the "canvas" which I assume is the person or potentially the "blank slate of the person." If the canvas was the full person then it may have a different meaning. I feel like the discarding the canvas could be a symbol of the "potential someone has" which was thrown out.

I'm getting this vibe from this section.

[Citizen Soldier - Would Anyone Care (Official Lyric Video)](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gyANphz_Kk)

[this is what self destruction feels l

I was thrown by the end which I'm sure you were going for. I was like, oh okay he's gonna sculpt clay or stone wait nvm I think that's flesh. 

Felt like it could be a song almost. The rhythm in the last three lines are fun.

I really like your poem. I'm new to the whole poetry thing and I recently got into writing poetry so I might not be right but here it is- in the beginning I got the impression that you were talking about life and how god let you choose your own path and make your own decisions. The stencil and pencil represent you thoughts, viewpoints, decisions, etc which you use to write your own destiny. But then you threw that away and cut your own flesh so what I understand is that your "piece" portrays hardships and losses and sacrifices you experienced that broke/scarred you but you don't regret it. If this is what you meant then I think that you're a really strong person. Keep writing!

This is a very haunting poem. One that brings you in with the thrill of creativity and crushes your soul with the reality of life and depression. The canvas of our body is one to be treated with care, not a canvas you want to tear to shreds. I hope you find some peace in this beautiful world and I obviously don’t know you but I guarantee that your loss would bring a ton of pain and regret to those around you.

the idea of using flesh as a canvas is so painfully beautiful, the feelings of frustration and agony are well expressed and beautifully composed i love this poem its beyond beautiful now i belive

This went in a direction I wasn't expecting. The image of art in the beginning made me think of the cliched metaphor of the world as a blank canvas and you subverted that to produce a dark and somewhat disturbing work about self-harm where the body is the canvas instead. The imagery was so clear and I felt a deep sense of discomfort while reading it because of the imagery of blood and pain - I'm going to assume that's what you were trying to achieve, in which case it was a success. The second half of this poem is a successful punch to the gut and overall, good work.

At first, the build up felt like it's going to be something hopeful due to the mentions of drawing materials but the line, "I grabbed the blade and got to it" started to make me feel uncomfortable like a suspenseful horror film. But the last line felt like a gut punch or a reminder of the futility of human existence. Great work🙌🏻.

I love the quick yet beautifully executed switch in tone at the end. it reels you in at first, and the wording is beautiful. kudos

Exactly, it's like a ride on a rollercoaster, then as you go over the bump, that's when you see the broken tracks until it finally crashes.

This is hauntingly beautiful. I love how the poem begins peacefully, taking the reader on a journey to a sudden tragedy.


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This reminds me of one of my own poems, and the idea of using your body as a canvas in this context is really just an attention grabber. This is amazing working and thank you for sharing this.

God gave me an empty canvas 
And all the colors I could hope for 

A brush, stencils, pencils and so forth

Said I was the Artist and the Art 

Didn't teach me how to draw said it wasn't hard

Told me inspiration would come to me from the heart 

And all i had to do was start 

So I took the pencil, stencils and the brush threw them all away, canvas included

I grabbed the blade and got to it 

He was right inspiration came quick 

One slice two slices and and the blood started to drip

Drew the prettiest lines so vibrant and fresh

Pain and agony upon my flesh

I called this piece 

"A loss no one will Regret"


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God gave me a canvas