You helped me see the world with color,
when everything around me seemed to be gray.
My laughter I heard that didn't mean anything for a long time
finally had a purpose.
And I promised myself
that I wouldn't let you control the colors that were
painted on my canvas.
But the thing is,
I handed you the paintbrush,
waiting to see what beautiful thing you would draw for me,
and beautiful it was.

And the silence feels so right
In this dark and long but content night
No stars shinning around
While my feet still touches this ground
The disturbing thoughts too simply peace out
Dissatisfaction, hatred and jealousy no more shouts
As moon's gravity calms ocean's rough tides
Through this newfound serenity a smile on my lips so joyously rides
No expectations and no boundaries left behind
Broken promises and shattered dreams no more grinds
This world now seems a big old white canvas
With all the brushes and colors with me to paint it as I pass
In all colors, black is what I choose
As inside it all the colors of life simply fuse
Your red, my green, your purple and my pink
Painting it full till my eyes no more even blinks
Someday, masterpiece will reach to it's end
And would stay forever in your foreign land
Either keep it safe or simply throw it away
As for me, I would be at peace again, as I painted it all just my way

what can't come out on canvas
comes out of my wrist
strokes of black and streaks of red
help control my silent fits
I pound the wall with my fist
blood trickles from my hips
but it's ok
I'm used to this

I blend paint with pain
brush with blade
only difference is,
pain fades paint stays

Shapes float

in the canvas

white as light

peers from behind

and draws shadows

on the mind


Light shines

outside linnen

white clouds

behind inner

sanctuary of

the mind