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JW Nov 2020
Contemporary zealots
**** like rabbits
Curse like sailors and
Lie as the dead do

Painting religious portraits
With fake acrylic
Brewed and tailored and
Sold as a slim truth.

They use a deadened pallet -
Loss of Good habit,
Loss of God’s favor, and
Loss of the Good hue.
J Nov 2020
I will
do just that
until i'm nothing
but art

something to be admired
would you like that?
would you like it?
do you like art?

canvas
paintbrush
paint
why are you crying about it?

Relax,
I have a towel, it won't
get on your
precious ******* clothes

don't call someone.
I
said
don't.

I'm fine
happens all the time
just shut up
help me clean.

why the ****
are you looking
at me
like that

like I'm disgusting
like I'm *******
gross..
****.

it's just paint.
taste it
do you want to touch it?
the paint's running off the canvas, let me get that.

sorry.
not a lot of people get it
not a lot of people like it.
you like art, don't you?

do you like to paint?
I've been inside your backpack.
I've seen you in your hoodies.
I've seen it all.

don't look surprised.
the little lighter in the side?
i like it
i wanted to light myself on fire.

do you burn your art?
do you burn the canvas?
sometimes it's frustrating
so you want to ruin it.

sometimes it's okay
to ruin things.
Daddy ruined mommy
mommy ruined you.

let me see.
don't scream. let me.
let me ******* see.
you saw mine, it's only fair, right?

there.
there it is.
you've dug hard, yeah?
do you like it?

have you shown anyone else?
no?
they saw but you didn't want them to.
the other ones reacted awfully, huh?

you're lucky I'm here.
I'll love you regardless,
you're not a freak to me.
just a bit messy.

i like messy.
your blood tastes nice, yknow.
i want to open them wider.
watch it flow.

shut up.
stop crying.
stop.
no one cares.

there. not too bad.
I just want to see your insides.
i will know how you work.
is that okay?

I'll carve my name next
it would look pretty, right?
you do it, too,
on me.

we can just leave each other
little messages.
i love you,
y'know?

you don't have to worry anymore
we're gonna keep each other's secrets
sometimes art is a group project.
no one gets to see but me.

does it hurt?
you'll get used to it
you'll crave it.
just like i do.

stop sniffling,
you jumping will make me mess up.
you want to hurt.
not die, yet, right?

sometimes, when I'm alone
at night
or day
or anywhere

i paint little flowers.
little smiles
little words
little things

****
****
****
****

you do too,
i saw it on your thighs.
i saw the words.
did that say "hate?"

what do you hate.
tell me.
tell me it all.
I'm going to find out.

yknow.
I've been through some ****.
we all have.
gotta cope some way.

clean yourself up
don't ******* touch me.
i say when you touch me.
i say.

you're so soft. just grab the brush.
grab the brush, do it.
I'm painting.
I'm painting.

we're gonna paint the sky, the stars.
nah, ******' with you.
we're drawin' grass right now.
see where that goes.

you look shocked.
stop looking.
you're cute when you're afraid.
relax, I'll live.

i wish someone would tell me it's
******* fine.
god do NOT ******* touch me.
I'll **** you.

I'm going to die alone.
I'll pretend that I'm fine with it.
I'll pretend that I'm not playing with the crippled canvas.
how much until it rips in half, i wonder.

sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so ******* sorry.
i think that i think too much. i don't want your ******* pity, i want to **** myself up. jesus **** there's somethin' wrong with me.
Grey Rose Nov 2020
Your undiluted colors flow so loosely
Leaving a messy trail wherever you go
I clean it up anyway
I'm mesmerized by its purity

My palette doesn't span so many shades
There's only so much colors I can even name
But yours... I didn't know that one brush can hold so much in it

The way you run it on my canvas
Making every page become so soaked
That I'm afraid it'll tear apart at any moment

Though because you don't let the colors dry into place
Everything drips right off
So the pieces you make never become permanent
And as you refuse to be diluted
Your palette empties so quickly

Leaving me to realize
That you'll never be a part of my portfolio
And you'll be art
That no one can ever own.
I'm broken by how easily
Your beautiful colors are washed away.
imehsahdehahs Nov 2020
I'm Glowing in the Dark






Love, Like A Crime Scene







Baby, You Are Crying









But


      









Your Eyes Are Dead







And






Your Blood is Burning Bright and Blue






i'm A King Tide on The Killing Moon


















You Are Crying







But








Your Eyes Are Dead









And











Your Blood Is Sprayed All Over Me







You Not Crying


This is Blood All Over Me






You Not Crying


This is Blood All Over Me








You Not Crying


This is Blood All Over Me





















I WAS ROOM FULL OF HATE & DEATH
BUT YOU PAINTED ME WITH YOUR HEART AND YOUR LOVE IS ALL OVER ME
NOW, YOUR LOVE IS ALL OVER ME
Feb 14 2016

BLUE ROOM ('77)

I can bring tears to your eyes; resurrect the dead, make you smile, and reverse time. I form in an instant but I last a lifetime.
Ariana Solo Nov 2020
I fell for you like a falling star floating through space

Getting caught by Earth’s gravitational field  

A streak of light across the inky blackness of the night sky

Burning in the Earth's atmosphere

Painting the skies with a rainbow of fireworks

✨ 💜💙🖤💜💙🖤💜💙🖤✨
Junnie Nov 2020
Whenever I'm happy,
I paint
Whenever I'm lonely,
I paint
Whenever I'm alone,
I paint
Whenever I'm broken,
I paint

You see,
my artworks depicts me.
Erian Rose Nov 2020
It was his sunset-painted heart,
dulcet-washed eyes, and
his contagious laughter that
makes my mornings
and anxiety-filtered moments
spark little fires
deep inside.
Anais Vionet Oct 2020
Write on me - I’m a blank page,
here to meet expectations.
Scribble, erase - copy and paste,
refine me with your impatience.

I’m a canvas for you to paint on
make of me what you will.
Make of me art - I’m ready to start,
paint me into a corner.

Showcase me in your gallery -
display what you've acquired.
I'm a mannequin for ******* -
arrange me with your desire.

Put me in your drama
I'm longing for the part
improvise, I'll close my eyes
the ****** will be art.
one of the cornerstones of art is romance - if not more...
Akriti Sep 2020
Some days I want to paint,
some times I want to be painted.

Some days I want to write,
some times I want to be written.

Some days I want to read,
some times I want to be read.

Some days I want to be a gardener,
some times I want to be the flower of that garden.

Some days I want to live,
some times I want to breathe in peace.
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