In the end, her own storm went against her
leaving her thrashing
eyes burning white hot
A flickering fire,but faster
moving with desperation
her eyes alight, she thrashed
as the hurricane in her mind
screeched, screamed and blared
a single thought
I must make art.
Her mind, too vast
Her horizons extending to no end
her thoughts, her words
her dreams, her fears
at the slightest stir
became a storm
She dared to attempt
to capture her storm
to the blank canvas
that even at the end
remained blank
the most she could do
was try to capture the colours
in the right shade
but she couldn't let her mind expand into the paper
for her soul had taken over
but her heart kept to itself
saving the best for last
But her burning goal
remained the same
Her mind- a raging Hurricane
Her soul- an everlasting darkness
Her Heart- a flickering flame
But in her glass body
she held it in
till she fell in shards
together they leapt and thrashed
while she perfected the colours of her storm
only to repeat them
as she failed to express
the explicitness of what she contained
In the end, it was her own storm that went against her
in the end, her soul was too vast to be contained
In the end, her her heart was too hot to keep contained
In the end, her soul was too dark to be contained
in the glass body
she ran to the rain
and let out her soul
and let out her heart
and let out her mind
and laughed wickedly
the storm worsened
the trees burned
and the light didn't shine,
for a long time
but she laughed and laughed
till her shards fell
at her
nonexistent feet.
In the end
her art remained
a blank canvas
next to
a perfect palette.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
In the end, her own storm went against her
leaving her thrashing
eyes burning white hot
A flickering fire,but faster
moving with desperation
her eyes alight, she thrashed
as the hurricane in her mind
screeched, screamed and blared
a single thought
I must make art.
Her mind, too vast
Her horizons extending to no end
her thoughts, her words
her dreams, her fears
at the slightest stir
became a storm
She dared to attempt
to capture her storm
to the blank canvas
that even at the end
remained blank
the most she could do
was try to capture the colours
in the right shade
but she couldn't let her mind expand into the paper
for her soul had taken over
but her heart kept to itself
saving the best for last
But her burning goal
remained the same
Her mind- a raging Hurricane
Her soul- an everlasting darkness
Her Heart- a flickering flame
But in her glass body
she held it in
till she fell in shards
together they leapt and thrashed
while she perfected the colours of her storm
only to repeat them
as she failed to express
the explicitness of what she contained
In the end, it was her own storm that went against her
in the end, her soul was too vast to be contained
In the end, her her heart was too hot to keep contained
In the end, her soul was too dark to be contained
in the glass body
she ran to the rain
and let out her soul
and let out her heart
and let out her mind
and laughed wickedly
the storm worsened
the trees burned
and the light didn't shine,
for a long time
but she laughed and laughed
till her shards fell
at her
nonexistent feet.
In the end
her art remained
a blank canvas
next to
a perfect palette.
