Blank Canvas Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

The blank canvas has infinite possibilities.
Where its artist can express his hostilities.

Tell his side of things without being verbally disrespected.
He lays down his soul so that it can be inspected.

With his pen he writes out everything from different point-of-views.
He knows the ledge, he's read the analytical reviews.

Only problem he faces is not having the proper level of expression.
He reviews his life with paper and pen sessions.

If he offends, he knows he shouldn't care.
They've already fried his trust in the electric chair.

He loads the chrome magnum with rounds of coherence.
A being with a beast that has an unquenchable, insuperable need that rarely makes an appearance.

Once out in the open this creature has no clearance.
Everything is about to get ripped with no interference.

The blank canvas tell his stories and emotions.
It keeps his vitality in check, so he can avoid the mental notions.