My life was black and white
A colorless canvas that stood barren
Color was never essential
It was never a necessity of mine.

Yet somehow in my own dull perception
A dot had formed right in the center
A bright dot to say the least...

A peculiar thing I had never seen before
It grew slowly, little by little
A storm of color emerged with each inch
Brown, Yellow, Blue, Purple...
So many different colors

My canvas was no longer colorless
In fact it was the complete opposite.
It was not plain and it was not normal
It was now a work of art.

People gawked at its odd style
Praised it for its unusual strokes
A bizarre spectacle to most
And a quite unexpected transformation for me...

"Who painted this strange piece?"
Before I knew it people were staring at me.
Puzzling eyes that clapped in my direction

"Congratulations on your success"
Words that made me realize I was the painter
I was the one holding the brush
The "******" who painted my own path
The one who put color into my life

"Sign the painting" They all cheered
But now that I know I'm the painter
My work of art is not finished yet
I have unfinished business in my life

I cannot quit now.
Knowing that I still haven't found the right colors
The right mix of red, green or blue to solve my problems
I cannot call this a masterpiece...

My life is still a canvas
But it's not colorless anymore...

by Arcassin Burnham

#i'd be there for you,
#love you,
#marry you,
#embrace every aspect of your personality,
#but i won't stand for,
#your inconsiderate attitude,
#about the way i do things,
#we're done.

'Hey, Beautiful!'
That is how boys get attention;
Saying sweet cherry-topped words
Sounds romantic and endearing;
Words of praises
For those pretty faces;
But they don't plan to stick till the end
To them, love is just a game -
The first to fall loses;
When the game is over,
A new playmate is what they'll look for.