The supreme painter paints
on his canvas
drops of rain
while I sit by the window
and stay amazed
by the strokes of his brush
trying to reduce my pain.

Painting in the secrets
Of a thousand lies
Is fun
As you get to paint in
How you see those lies

Let's paint our hair red
Of a thousand fires
So fun,
As you get to paint it
How you really want to

Aggressively painting canvases
Of a thousand depictions
It's fun
As you get to paint whatever
How you really see it

*Let's go paint something, sister.
Together.

My heart is filled with all the colors,
The world around me has to offer.
It seems to be an enormous canvas
Artist being the life, painting it ever so often.
These are never ending  blends,
With the variegation of shades,
Thus the understanding- from them
Only few I will name.
The drops of yellow from happiness and joy,
From friendships staying true.
Some light pink for the eternal child inside me.
Sadness and failures depicting serene blue.
Truth and purity paint it white,
And in black lies the strength, staying on course.
Lines of green for evergreen.
Rich lilac imagination in me pours.
Dark blue swipes from the adventurous soul,
Grey delivered by the doubts and unknowings.
The blood-red hue from all those emotions
Piling up from not releasing nor showing.
Brown will be added throughout the life-
The knowledge, experiences and wisdom that’s gained.
Each and every day I grow as a person,
Unwilling to stay the same.
And colors from love
What will be those?
Combination of it all,
I so readily suppose.

Her body was the canvas
Her emotions were the painting
And his knife was the brush

Ink Stains



Ink is bleeding through

soft drops of poison all black and blue,

little truths and promises scrawled across the surface

my heart drawn freely onto a blank canvas.

I gave you the pen but it bled through,

staining the perfect white with crimson hue

a savior in need,

for my heart indeed

I guess this is what you came to do.

One cannot erase a permanent mark,

but simply shade over to make it dark

Like a scar or wound that can not be replaced,

by a simple touch or look on your face,

but I need you to heal me,

I need to feel the warmth you extend so freely,

I need the sweetness of your breath to fan across my face,

a kiss of your lips not a moment to waste.

Because your love is the key to make us last

regardless of our horrid and troubled past.

so put down the pen you hold so dearly

and just come closer, please come near me,

because I promise I'll be forever yours for the rest of eternity.