jagged slashes of color
a red there
an orange here
sometimes yellow
even if it's not mellow
the painting speaks
in cries and weeps
across the white canvas.
the colors speak
in our tongue
they tease
beckoning a lone soul
closer
closer to be free
they wail they scream
like a lone identity
they reflect all I can't say
what I wish I may
pounding their fists
just for a glimpse
of what I really wish
I could
paint.
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 3:03 PM UTC
jagged slashes of color
a red there
an orange here
sometimes yellow
even if it's not mellow
the painting speaks
in cries and weeps
across the white canvas.
the colors speak
in our tongue
they tease
beckoning a lone soul
closer
closer to be free
they wail they scream
like a lone identity
they reflect all I can't say
what I wish I may
pounding their fists
just for a glimpse
of what I really wish
I could
paint.