#sheet
Look, I smashed them all together!
Look, I tore it all to tatters!
Look, I sewed it all back together!
Look, I wasn't familiar with the formula.
Look, I didn't understand the directions.
Look, I lost the thread all connecting.
Look, look!
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
Hanging in the gallery of my soul, decorating the walls. I’ve hung many canvases, some that you have never seen.
The wall behind me holds a portrait, painted beautiful with hues of green and blue; this portrait shows things in life that have never been.
Next, you will see a canvas painted with a beautiful bouquet, showing all the things I’ve given away in life.
Look to your left—don’t turn too far, you might miss this tiny masterpiece that some call art. This tiny art piece shows the littlest kidney bean in the palm of my hand. What was once a dark spot on it, now removed, shows how much grace this little thing has produced.
As you walk by, you see a hanging, almost clear sheet; this is what it feels like when people look at me.
On the wall behind the sheet is a beautiful display showing many footprints of everyone who has walked in my life today.
In the corner, on a little shelf, a broken vessel sits. This vessel was put back together without its biggest piece. Though tattered and misshapen, this vessel still shows so much beauty.
On the biggest wall, by itself, you see a boldly shaped red heart painted so brightly; this piece shows how my heart feels when I am being loved just right.
So, as you have walked and wandered in this gallery of my soul, I hope you find comfort and know that not all of your precious art can be sold.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 7:16 PM UTC
I was born a blank canvas
Now I’ve been painted with scars
Scars in my mind
Scars in my heart
I was born an empty sheet
Now I’m broken art
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
I shouldn't have to
put a sheet over myself
for you to see me
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
morn's cold sheet of frost
shall cover our small township
in an icy freeze
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
I cleansed my sheets of you today
Spread out the sheet and tucked in the corners with extra care
Laid a blanket down, taking a moment to spread my hands across it, feeling the softness
Crawling into it felt odd at first
I knew you weren’t in it anymore
You weren’t wrapping yourself around me and keeping me warm while I slept
You weren’t protecting me from the world around me so I could have a moment at peace
That wasn’t you anymore
So now I have these sheets
Clean, fresh, warm, and not you
What a relief
I pull the sheets in closer, closer
Breathing deeply into them and asking them to keep me warm and safe
Holding me all night while I try not to dream of you
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
a mill
lies on
this street
then these
colors are
sweet by
the shifts
that bind
those sheets
willfully blessed
in their
must kind
of wheat
now it
fed the
mush in
their *****
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
Melody.
Familiar strange.
Our music sheet.
Full of suicide notes.
Requiem.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 6:54 AM UTC
if people were canvas
i was a blank sheet
and you were the masterpiece
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
Your fitted sheet
Never stayed on
Your bed.
I guess
You didn’t like
When things fit.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 12:08 PM UTC
Was I
ever wrong?
You're asking me?
I was
wrong nearly
start to finish.
Could I
make amends,
I wouldn't try.
I can't pretend
what I've
done is some
thing I can fix.
Don't erase
all the pain,
all the hurt -
you know it was me.
My failure
of feeling,
of motion,
and failure to see
You, as you, without
my perspective skewed,
without my intent
slipping from
benevolence
and into
malevolence.
Darling, the
dead night,
the lonely
bedsheets
fit my crime
fine, but
are not
punishment
enough.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
A puny nib tells it's affliction to perception sheet.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC
I showed you love but you were color blind
All you could see were two colors:black and white;
Man and woman, woman and man
Thats what you see, love living only in binary
You're straight with the hate when two from the same gender procreate
You're pro-life but never did love life nor live a life of love
All you are is hate hiding behind your faith
I could diss you and spite but yknow I'm not like you
I swing my own way, why should you care if it ain't straight?
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
Red for the blood dripping from a vein
White for the sheets that cover the dead
Blue for the visible beyond that is the sky
For every drop of red silk that
Glitters in the sun
One is a step closer to freedom
From the blood that ties us
To its fiery core
For every pure cotton cloth that
Shadows over the deceased
One has risen halfway,
Breaking their ties
With the underground deep below
For every new light
Borne from the dreamy blue sky
One has earned their freedom
From their mundane, mortal body
No longer held down by hunger
No longer held by thirst
No longer needing shelter
No longer needing clothing
Freedom from Earth
Comes in shades of
Red, white, and blue
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Pen in the hand
Ink on the sheet
Ice in the chest begins to melt
The warm heart begins to beat
We write down the words
And found peace and love
On the white sheet
With the black ink on it.
We love poetry.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
Fervorous rain did
Clothe land with thick water sheets;
Clinging and stifling.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
If we poets are sad
No tears fall from our eyes
Words fall from our hearts
That brings the blank sheet
And the pen in hand to life
They know how we poets feel
Because they were always
In good and bad days there
Like best friends for life.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
our sheets rustle
as the leaves do tonight
Silence lays between us with a hand on each mouth
intensifying the Words left unspoken,
the Words that simmer above my head
(unreachable, unattainable)
for too much was already said
and i hope you know,
that i would still buy you the shimmering stars,
the moon that shone on your face that night
(that night where we kissed and we laughed at nothing)
if only you'd touch me as the wind does the leaves
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
When you mistake bugs
crawling on a white, blank sheet
for ink blots, or dark stains,
It's just like when the stars
you see in the pitch black sky
move, and turn into planes.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
Goodbye to all who knew me,
This is just a story
ending
This is now an empty sheet,
but my words will always
be silently read. My children are
my pages carrying my memory on.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
there's a solemn tune in my core
that longs for warmth
- a melodic rhythm
that produces spring's blossom.
though my core is in
solemn mood
but the mind speaks
otherwise
- its a mess.
still,
never have i asked
something great
like a grand
Autumn concerto
just wanting
his own
music sheet
playing the song
to the one
who cares.
for how long
will I be
patient,
or where will
I ever find the sign
for the right
notes befitting
to my tunes?
asking questions
only time can tell.
I'll wait....
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
You are white grace of holes.
Schools thank you for your texture.
Pen and pencil, of muse bring him to life what you right is his view.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
My life is staccato
Living by each solitary beat
Every memory I have is sharp
When you came you brought melody,
You paused my loneliness with harmony,
When I was with you my life moved rhythmically.
But bar by bar you beat me down
Arguments began to repeat:
Inevitably we fell out of tune,
And as it always does the music ends.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
With warmth of your beauty you can rekindle fire of love
My love you have totally changed my life to be glorious
I love you from the core of my heart little my innocent dove
You have touched chords of my love to make me boundless
When your beauty smiles with its all style charms and graces
I feel overtaken with my heart and soul to world of solace
As cloud come to the moon to touch and caress ,embraces
My sweetheart I bow in front of your God gifted eternal grace
Let me love you with all my strength and all available power
You have to be mine to ascertain that I am right and frank
Let me be in the streaks of your delighted light to take a shower
Let me write all my love on your beauty taking it a sheet blank
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 4:13 AM UTC