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NothingInMotion Jan 2015
I've been wanting to leave,
Being forced to stay,
I'd have less hassle,
Throwing life away;
No cards left to play,
Preparing for the storm,
Forever a rainy day.
Always In doubt,
You don't need to know,
What your life's about,
It's irrelevant.
Wanting to pack,
To be held back,
To see things postpone,
Left a message,
After the tone.
To support United,
Forever alone.
Should have known,
Pain from your pillow,
Cuts right to the bone.
That's where scars are left,
That mustn't be shown.
Not the strength to stand,
Head buried in the sand,
But you are not alone,
Please lend me your heart,
Hold out your hand,
When it's already written
;
To be expected,
To have no friends,
To feel rejected.
Where can I see,
my journey painted,
I want to know,
Why I was ever created.
Drawing a picture,
Leaving her tainted.
There are feelings there,
That I can't control.
Producing her being,
To find holes in your soul.
Lost forever,
In cold weather,
Among fields of green,
The most beautiful eyes,
that had never seen,
The colours of the stream,
So angelic and clean,
Please take me back,
To Those Fields,
The Fields,
Of Green.
Poetic T Dec 2014
Heavens master piece
Strokes of imagination
Sights painted beauty
The heavens are a master piece of beauty.
Nancy Morgan Dec 2014
Blue runs down my face, pouring from my eyes, pooling on my cheekbones, then rushing over them like a waterfall. Washing my face with blue.
Red shoots out of my mouth, screaming with anger. Sharp pigmet exploding in the air. Makes me purple.
Black covers me, filling me from the inside, the emptiness consuming my entirety, slowly, smoothly, silently. And I am darker.
White shows through, the blinding thoughts appear, sparkle and shine, for a moment and disappear, fade away, the other colors attack, the last piece of me left, the white suddenly is covered.
R Saba Nov 2014
she is no longer human
writhing, shouting, feeling
human
past

i look at her and i see paint
windswept hair sticking to muddied lips
flushed cheeks over pale skin
gilded lids
blink

she is canvas
heavy and sagging
brushstrokes
this way and that
covered

i listen to her and i hear nothing
swirling silence
surrounding stereo sound
breathing into doubting ears
hidden

she is no longer awake
swimming, sighing
through cold water
rough, splintered waves of memory
slap her briefly
before the current pulls her under again
and the rocks onshore call out
faintly
to her floating body
as she lies beneath a blue sky
and lets the water move her downstream
life waves weakly from the bridge
ignored

the mirror tells me i am human
unpainted
loud and awake
but she recognizes the lies
she has learned
to ignore them
statictitanic Nov 2014
Me
The words, painted on my face, but blind to everyone.
Emmanuel Coker Sep 2014
I painted a picture in my head of me and you
Moving past all the obstacles that we've been through
Love is wicked in as much as cruel
But that wasn't the picture that I drew

I've been painting a picture in my head of me and you
Falling apart as we grew
I fell for you, and got bruised
And now my heart...wished only better, it had knew

I will paint a picture in my head of me and you
Two of us as one, a part of the lucky few
Who finally feels love, and bask in its morning dews
I will paint a picture,........ a picture of me loving you
A painted picture doesn't necessarily have to be what is....it can be what will be.
wandabitch May 2014
you carry your art like an
empty canvas,
waiting for the roses
to be painted
red.

there's blood in it.
love is the message. 20w
sammybunnie May 2014
I am a canvas
that my parents painted

they gave me their features
a freckled nose
and pouty lips

so that when they separated
I’d always remember
that on my face
they’re still together.
inspired by the quote "at least on my face, they're still together."

i miss my parents.

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