My painting

by scarredlibran   Jul 2, 2008


I take my empty canvas
And I wash my ready brush.
I focus all my feelings
And prepare for the colored rush.

I breathe in deeply
And I picture in my mind
The way I want hues to mix,
The relief I want to find.

I color the empty canvas.
I bring life to the white.
Fill that empty space.
Color feelings by sight.

My canvas is now stained,
Now colored with the hurt.
Reds, pinks, pale, pale skin,
A painting hidden beneath my shirt.

Too bad such a work of art
Has to be hidden every day,
Only to come to life at night
When I paint the pain away.

The tough thing about my painting,
Is that i can't erase my art.
I can't take back the painted contours,
Can't alter a single raised part.

My scarred pictures are permanent,
Like the hurt from where i have been.
Where eager paintbrush kisses canvas,
Eager blade kisses skin...

~aminfadly

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  • 9 years ago

    by Goth marionette

    That was so awesome...ur poem is deep and well-expressed...I really couldn't choose what is the most beautiful part bcoz the whole work is great..
    But here is my favorite one

    I color the empty canvas.
    I bring life to the white.
    Fill that empty space.
    Color feelings by sight.

    Perfect poem...I did enjoy reading it so much..
    Keep up the good work;)..5/5

  • 9 years ago

    by The Queen

    Wow...Beautiful...Amazing piece...Very artistically written juzt like how you painted your emotions and urself allthroughout the poem juz like ur canvas....One of the best dark poems ive ever read..Normally i dont read tehm but this one is just more than amazing..
    Good Job..

  • 9 years ago

    by Frozen hearT

    Well written......
    u know hw to paint ur feelings.......
    :)