My own Canvas

by ECILA ice   Sep 17, 2006

Meaningless and hollow
Every corner is shallow
Plain white and worthless
No trace of happiness
Invisible portrait are seen merely by me
For the meaning is hidden secretly
I tried to make some drafts on it
Yet these sketches don't precisely fit
Every stroke I made is vain
I tried to make it up but it's just plain
I want to put some hues on my art
That will take part of my heart
But there're no colors existing
But how? If I got nothing
Only this crimson red running in my vein
The only color that could be used as paint
So I sliced my wrist gently
To represent the art deep in me
Painful but it was the mere way
To create an art that drawn inside
Ready to unleashed hurt that haunts me everyday
Finally I could create an abstract that I can't no longer hide


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  • 12 years ago

    by sweet escape

    I love it
    keep up the good work

  • 12 years ago

    by Sweet Disposition

    This is fantastic! 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Nix

    You did amazing job with rhyming, it adds so much effect to the rhythm of this piece. It is also very emotional poem, and you described every feeling on the excellent way. I love the way that you wrote this, it is filed with strong emotions and sadness. Last line totally impressed me.

  • 12 years ago

    by Reapers ZeitGeiSt

    I think that's one of your's lines really got me...great job! :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Veamm

    It was totally different from the ones..yet it is awesome..i can see more rhyming and a good flow of words

    keep it up!