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Olga Valerevna Oct 2014
If
it will I have a body, tell me where can I undress
and where can I retire to with all my loneliness
If
the time has been approaching, moves with any kind of pace
I wonder who'll endure it in an able bodied race
If
I would have seen them coming, all the ruins of today
I would've counted faster by avoiding the delay
If
a gesture of affection makes you feel unmoved at all
You've actively surrendered to the person you are called
title and inspiration taken from "Paintings," by From Indian Lakes, off their album Able Bodies
Sue Violetta Oct 2014
Today
was just another day
You made it through
Tonight
The darkness descends on your soul
Like a black veil
Twisting and tightening
Around you
Nowhere to go
Nobody hears
No one near
Only the Black Dog howls.

Yet you do have a weapon
So fight !
Take your brush and paint
Take your pen and write

Sing to the Black Dog
Paint away the night
And the black veil
In a frame of an all consuming flame.

Behind the fog
We are there,
Your friends.
This one is for you, Sasha.
You painted canvases in my lungs.
The pictures are literally breathtaking.
It's

             hard

                                 to

                                                   b r e a t h e,

even a little, tiny bit.
Paintings in my lungs make it hard to breathe..
A Aug 2014
I remember out first date
How he took my hand and led me to the car
unknowing that this would be the beginning of the best days of my
life id have to relive as i cry over him.

He wore blue
Like the sky except the sky was pink that day and even if it were not it was no match for him.

I remember we went to the dia
and the paintings were beautiful but he was the only masterpiece i remembered.
Endless Horizon Aug 2014
I came to an art show,
where a friend stood proudly beside his painting.
Many people liked it,
and it made him genuinely happy.
So I tried making a painting of my own,
and I hung it beside his.

Seeing all of the other artists’ paintings.
Beautiful palettes of color and hue.
I could see why flocks of people
were huddled up in front of it,
praising the artist for his tremendous work.

I made it my goal to improve my painting.
And so I did.
People liked it, huddled around it, praised it.
And I genuinely felt happy.

My other friends saw how lovely,
all the paintings were.
So they decided to make their own,
all of them, three.

I was astonished…proud…happy
to see people huddled around each of their paintings,
praising them for what they did.
And they felt genuinely happy.

All was good, until one day,
when one friend said,
“Hey, let’s make this fun and interesting, and play a game,
whoever gets the most praise at the end of the year,
wins.”

I didn’t want this to be…
I never wanted this to be just
another competition.
Just another stage,
to brag how great they are.

I hope,
that this will never come to that.
You are all artists in your own special way.
You don’t have to get all the praise,
to know you’re good.

Continue making those awesome paintings.
Never stop improving them.
Because one day, I know,
people will start huddling
around yours.
Sorry if it's long guys. This is something thats happening to me, and the thought would be lost if I cut some stanzas down. So sorry again :)
(you know who you are students, peace yo)
Winter Silk Jul 2014
A painting may be a thousand words
but a thousand paintings can't paint her
A flower living off her own sunlight
A broken mirror that reflects inner beauty

Now all I've got are photos
Some sepia, digital, black and white
Though the colours don't really matter
Because my heart is black and blue

The memory in my camera
Is smaller than my memory of you
I remember everything that you do
And I'll never delete it.

Now, you're just in a picture frame,
And I need a new frame of mind.
Another note left in the hallways.
There must be a poet on the loose.

— The End —