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O Painter
with thy own eye
                        would thee
paint me in mine own natural hue
prithee paint me as i am,
imperfections
            and blemishes true

Load thy brush
                      with colors sundry
to maketh yond first pure sweep
across the ****** frieze,
fill'd with pangs of hunger.
paint me as i standeth
                  bethought, in deep

With mine own love and mine own desire,
blurring the edges unclean
with mine own regrets
                  and mine own mental gyre,
in mine own natural age,
               of deep forest green

O Painter
Paint me sinister turquoise,
in lavender and maroon,
combine the amethyst and amber
blend the iceberg
       and the indigo moon.

Paint me as i standeth,
       prithee see with thy eye
a mistress in yond lady plight
Prithee paint me all i am
i cullionly
a mistress in all yond lady might

Paint me in the optimistic
                             silv'r of dawn,
but don’t miss the purple
to shade the bruise
                              of the bygone.
paint me in the sky blue journal

O Painter
Paint me as a unique template
smudge black white and grizzled
merging all the colors of thy palette.
col'r me a rainbow
                            in a rainy drizzle

Paint me tall so yond i standeth
loftier than any mountain
Paint me as a dram bird, delicate
with soft feathers silken

Paint me harmony, as a violin
so yond i can sing thy solitary tune
paint me as thy poetry
         with song and melody
wrapp'd in a cocoon

O Painter
paint me as a dream yond rises
                               in did saturate colors
with a steady upbeat flight awry
tint, a fluttering
             of a quite quaint butterfly

Portray me with endurance
imbue so bold and bright
doth not hesitate
                to depict mine own mind
in profound fuchsia and white.

Useth the colors yond thee would borrow
Thy palette not yet exsufflicate
Paint mine own loss and mine own sorrow
in search of a shade so ******

Adorn mine own heart in glowing garnet
at which hour thee paint mine own love
add a true broken blue shade
of the cloud and the rain above;

Study mine own dry sorrow
                              in mine own soul
useth any shade thee plaited
soften the edges of control
in a tinge of xanthene.

O Painter
Prithee paint me
Mine own passion and mine own spirit
shall has't a crimson r'd hint
mine own remorse and mine own regret
shall reflect an ink stain print

Paint me in mine own eye so true
O Painter
but add a dash of courage too
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I lay in bed,
I turn left, right,
It's 11 pm.
I turn left and right,
I wash my face,
It's 12 am.
I wash my face,
I burst into tears,
It's 1 am.
I burst into tears,
I cry, cry,
It's 2 am.
I cry and cry,
I cry myself to sleep,
It's 3 am.

Pain; your name
Both sound the same

Pain; slur
The heart comes with no spare

Pain; stain
Only good for your gain

Pain; love
A thin line between the two above

Pain; drain
No energy left to sustain

Pain; Pieces

Footsteps echo
Across the floorboards and plastered walls,
Floating along till someone hears their song.
The creaks and groans, the thuds and clatter.
Playing in tune, following a pattern.

Footsteps fall
Like the leaves when autumn calls,
Prints left wet from the morning dew,
Staining the pavement like a memory,
Until the sun rises, and the memory is forgotten.

Footsteps trail
Leaving grooves in the earth,
Carving through mountains,
Climbing up cliffs,
Wandering through valleys.
Their impact deep, leaving
Stories behind them.

But most important,
Are our footsteps.
Yours and mine.
The journey we have taken,
The music we made,
The memories we have,
And the trails we have left behind.

For our footsteps are special,
For no one else can walk them.
So keep walking,
find where your footsteps take you.
Our footsteps together,
You and me.

with so little
time left

and so many
stones left to turn

this journey
seems
to extend

beyond
my understanding

along
an infinite road

beneath
countless moons

loves
hates
deaths
fates