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samara lael Jul 2019
use your brush
whether it be cracked or stained.
use it to paint a picture
that shows people why
they are made.

use it to write the words
that went unspoken.
use it to keep your mind
from swirling murky clouds
making you broken.  

paint me a picture
to explore what you do;
not for me to judge
but to admire what  
the Lord has poured into you.

~ share your gifts.
JT Nelson Jun 2019
Canvas
Blank and holding breath
Brush
Holding paint... shaking
Idea
Projected from my mind
Fear
Holding my hand back

Breath
Taken in and exhaled
Blink
To steady my eyes
Stroke
Of hand and brush as one
Don't
Look back... just create.
After long periods of not creating any art, the first jump back in can be daunting.
Salmabanu Hatim Mar 2019
Life is a natural  painting,
Make it lively and stimulating.
Use strokes of hope,
Tone it with varied patience,
Texture it with kindness,
Brush it with confidence,
Use exotic colours of love and care,
Happiness and laughter.
23/3/2019
Laura Mar 2019
Three months later
And I still find
Your curly black hair
In my brush
In MY brush
Because for some reason
Three months later
I can't be rid of you
When I think I'm done
When I think I'm over
Clear
Fresh
Finally finished
Thoughts of you
Plague my mind
Memories flood me
Dreams arouse me
And I am
Overcome
I am yours
Once more
In those thoughts
Those memories
Those dreams
We're back
To the way we were
Happy
Loving
Wrapped in each other
Until I open my eyes
Shake my head
And scream
Scream at you
At the way
You ended things
The dream ends
And I remember
I'm just cleaning
A ******* hair brush
Nikos Kyriazis Nov 2018
Glorious clouds
You, who reign
in the vast plains
of the sky
You, who hide us
from the outside glance
You are God's eternal
brush for his canvas
His mood and sentiments
are dipicted upon
your naked body
Mufini She Frost Nov 2018
Fully blasted scenery, where i once called home
Tweeting of birds resting in the tree as a tone
Another chaos has to began
Cover! Hide! —said the woman to her son

Clear water turned into red, how could we conquer the world with no more dread
I wished the i could repent
I wished, I didn't left

Messy world I created,
Are once the world I wished I have painted.
Random thoughts. Come and share yours with me.
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