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vaibhav-shrivastava
a day i grabbed my brush n thinking what to paint a beautiful view,a ****** beauty or an aged saint a mirror was hanging behind canvas on the wall saw my sad face in it as i stood up stood tall hmm... "this is unique why shouldn't i paint my sad face?" so unhanged the mirror n placed at the right place sat on the stool calm n determined like a pillar started to paint whatever i can see in the mirror the painting of my sorrowful expressions are so clear from moist eyes, sad lips to normal looking cold ear m happy to see my painting which is half complete but how can i look happy,smile n jump in joy off my seat the paint brush stopped n a thought stucked my head how can i complete with a smiling face instead being sad how can i express sadness when from inside m glad n then i understood a life's chapter which says that "________________________"
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
"_______________________"
I hate everything that I have done Hate to see that I am holding none Yes I enjoyed yes I did have fun Parents baked me crisp like a biscuit and I came out to be a bun Marijuna.. ahh.. it pushes me to past Track folded to treadmill, surely will come last yes marijuana depresses me but here is the deal making me think that I don’t want to but should feel Many people have come and more than many have gone How can I dress well when my soul has torn Still few people love me the way I am Old smelly sour pickle in shinny bottle of jam This constant pressure is suppressing, shrunk me forced to change myself, the one I never wanted to be It has become difficult to distinguish between life and nightmare Vapourization of people one by one whom I ever cared Several times I white have washed the walls of my brains But can't get rid of these reappearing stains The stains of blood can disappear no way When I am the one, killing myself every other day.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
How can I dress well when my soul has torn