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Jaira Anicete Jul 2018
For some
it is a canvas –
A daily painting
Of one’s life.
Krishnapriya Jul 2018
Little moments
From the past
Come flitting in my mind
Like feathers
Or flower petals
Or leaves in the breeze
They come, they dance
And flit away
From the white screen
Of my mind

I see, I know, I smile
This too shall pass

The eternal canvas of Emptiness
Freedom
Peace
Silence
Alone remains
Always has been
and
always will
Anya Jul 2018
Blank canvas
                       Empty
                                 Flat
                                       White
                                                  But,
                                             Potential
neth jones Oct 2019
INT - A DARK TEENAGE BEDROOM - SUMMER - NIGHT

THE WHOLE WORLD BERATES IN UPON THIS ROOM. It is deafening and, perhaps, imaginary.

   Sits Lonely A Teen / Either Gender / Unclothed

          TEEN
    (a mental stream)

Showing off blood
I call out a name
It feigns at being blameless
(a practice quite heartless)
I call out a name
Yet the response is similar
It fades out of marking
Kettle sounds ;
the window
beyond; night
beyond; weather
the pattern ;
no progress
I tone out a name
Yet
I am alone
On this mattress
Subject and
Canvas
Memory
K N Brown Jul 2018
she made art

to unscramble

the tangled lines of madness

that screamed in her head

and to transfer the insanity

onto a canvas

that wore it better
Caroline Jacobs Jul 2018
I want to cut this
white
blank
canvas,
But I am too fearful of damaging the potential.
There are many things to do with this canvas.
I don't have to ruin it.
But I feel the need to.
but it was easy
gabriela Dec 2013
and at that moment I gazed up; all I saw
was darkness and emptiness and a non-dimensional horizon.
it was an empty canvas with the exception
of entirely black.
but all of a sudden, little specks appeared,
almost like the moon's reflection on dark, salty water.
rippling waves on the black fickle surface like
the twinkling stars that night.
my ignorant eyes looking at the
faint light reflected on your face.
and that was the sky
I never saw again.
hxrvld Jun 2018
Wrap me with a painted canvas of warm sunsets,
My fingers move accordingly to its tunes,
My animalistic nature hunts for peace,
As every wood are my lovers,
Every stone is my protection,
I am the storm of catastrophe,
You should obey the law,
I am the tsunami,
I am the law.

The devil breeds by the loud preach,
Turning the heart of gold to stone,
As morality is a joke,
As my life is aging old,
I’ve seen your dark colors,
Sharpening my lands to the city of needles,
Since, young generation worships electricity,
Since, flora and fauna are only fantasy,
I let myself fallen into sick,
To let you foresee my disease,
To let you purify your sins.

Unfortunately,
I am the law and you against me,
This is a note to you,
Save me and I save you.
Dear, Mother Nature
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