Using a canvas and a brush,
I paint the face that is posh.
with a swift of the brush,
His sharp eyes came to view.
Using a pencil and a pad,
I draw the body that is never fat.
With a swipe of the pencil,
The body appears ever graceful.
Using a stick on the seashore,
I had still draw my role model.
With the waves singing to my ears,
And the sun reflecting it's light .
Using a pebble on a hard rock,
I had still craft my papa.
With the peak of the mountains as my seat,
And the whole world as the audience.
As my smile is the rarest of them
It holds the Galaxy of stars
The bouquet of roses
And much lightening.
Yes I have stars but I also have scars.
Yes I have roses but I also have thorns.
Yes I have lightening but I also have thunderstorms.
Am a wild bird in the Sahara.
The only shark in the lake.
The only cat in the forest.
Yet I appear much than you see.
The trees bow when I walk,
Gracefully scraping the earth surface.
The sun smile when it sees the dimple,
Slowly crafted by the most high.
He who saw the best in me.
He who gave me reason to be me.
With the heart of a Painite and
Face of a diamond,
I shine deep within the sea.
Or high from above the cloud.
I have enough to be proud
You might take some if you want.
You can stop me for smiling.
But you can never take my smile.
I have not one
Not two or three
I rather stick with none
Than make you agree
The face you once saw,
The face you see now,
And the face you see later
Each is a different amphitheatre.
When you judge me,
On the face you saw before,
I won't make you understand
For the face you will see later
As I hold many...just like a curator.
When the first one compliment me
And the second vilifies me
Do not find their fault in it
As the face I chose for them to see
Is the surface of the thousands that lays beneath.
This is a poem I made yesterday when I came across a picture of many faces. So I tried to bring them to life
And tho you thought when,
You hurt me I became a P
But if your actions had cut deep,
I would have done psychiat------- R
The sky was gray
Earth was square
Stars were scars
Man won't swear.
Streams were milk
Sky was silk
Stars were cars
Man won't pray
land was bed
leaves were cash
pain was trash
Man won't be dead.
Eyes could speak
Heart could cry
Soul could leave
Man won't lie.
If only....if only
I watch the sky set
Yet the cloud was there
The sea was red
And the trees were still
I can't describe the feeling
But I know is there
The feeling of longing
Of lips to call me dear
So I decided to sketch
Since you are far
Your beautiful brows I will etch
And your dazzling smile like a star
A day without you is hard
I can't wait to have you back
Now I say it in my card
I miss you MAMA
Dedicated to my mama
Like it ... If you love your momma
A girl of young age she was
Free spirited and out of pain
Life was cotton candy , with rivers of milk
Not until the monster of night peek
Along with him, Strings of destruction
***** intentions, aura filled with tensions
Lucifer came as a saint
And the image of "Her" he taint
All I ever wanted was a world
filled with roses, having no thorns
Respect of a woman hold
Adorned on my neck, like gold
Walking with no fear
And no more rivers of tear
Or lonely deserts of echoed cries
Just happiness that says no goodbyes
Her cries are muffled
Her tears soaking
The comfy bag underneath her head
With fearful eyes and beating heart
She look back at her once perfect life
How incident of a minute changes that
How once she is the peak.
Not until the monster of night peek .
© Khayr Souf|viabeneathherwords