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NaNi Apr 2016
I started painting
painting a picture of two souls united as one
their smiles so effortless
their hearts beating each time the other is near
you could see their hearts smiling
their souls dancing with each other
sunny summer day
long walk on the park
i painted
painted them walking holding hands
he picks flowers and hands each to her every time
she sniffs them then smiles at him
smile brighter than the sun
i started painting
painting a picture in your mind
of my imagination
who knew i could control your mind like i do a paint brush

NaNi
Jonah Long Mar 2016
Artists paint with ink and dyes
Others sculpt with clay.
But only a poet paints with words
What never fades away
Gabrielle Mar 2016
Your kisses are like colors
Each more vibrant than the next
cait-cait Mar 2016
**** these tiny butterflies,
that rest in my stomach,
and expand in my chest...

like little paper knives,
i choke.  

and
ill block my lungs one day,
and ***** them up,
coughing out each wing
and eyeball and
tooth
.
.
.

even if theyve got my tongue twisted,
and my brain scattered,

like paint,
it is venom to my
squeezing, breathing heart
and
one day
ill rip out my
intestines
just to see them
gone.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
With my pen I try to slay the demons
I am determined to chase them from my eden
With the inky darkness I will paint my picture
I will paint them with such stricture
My words will flow
And everyone I'll show
They will no longer be allowed to reside
Hidden deep inside
With the darkness of my ink
I will bring them to the brink
With the black flow, I'll shine the light
On their hideous form, no longer hiding in the night
Macy Opsima Mar 2016
The wall that seperates our home
Was as thick as the callouses on my fingers,
But I could hear every brush stroke
That he made on his canvas.

With every flick of his wrist,
a new image begins to build.
With every breathe that he took,
breaths of love and passion.

I can see in high quality definition
The looks on the spectator's faces,
As they admire your colors
On the wall beside the colors you once admired.
Kaeli Hearn Mar 2016
The paint brush runs across your bare skin
You watch me paint with all different colors - blues, blacks, greens, yellows, reds - vibrant, yet calm

Your eyes widen as the canvas on your back blossoms
Blossoms with flowers and faces and color

As the paint brush runs across your delicate skin, we lay entangled in the linen sheets.

We lay intertwined in all the vivacious colors
You told me to paint over all the scars on your skin, to create something beautiful from the broken pieces

So I painted a beautiful canvas - I created *art
xmxrgxncy Mar 2016
Art
If I was a painter, you know what I'd do?
I'd paint what I feel every time I'm with you.

In beautiful shades of grey and blue
Would be the scenes that are lacking you.
Leal Knowone Feb 2016
paint a vivid picture from the ashes of ancestry, so we can view the memories of forgotten dreams
Amanda Feb 2016
Our fingers brushed in the gallery opening
not so long ago,
we were in a room full of art,
which only made me crave you more.

It reminded me of your hands,
finger-painting like a child using watercolors
onto my blank canvased soul filling in
every part of me that was missing colors.

Now, everything is in black and white.
When our fingers lightly brushed again,
I felt the flood of rainbows and stars rush back to me
before disappearing behind me, following you away.
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