Painted parts of me seeping
Mohagony tinged in black undertoned in caramels
Foamy peaches and creams along with the occasional pink
Hence the reds come forth; scarlets, burgundy and those dried up reds from periods past
Accompanied by magenta maroons and splays of brown that swirl my mirror canvas reflecting who I am
Creating my abstract
The edges where the most color collects blur into that grey
Which other people are supposed to be marred with
But my greys are fluted by mute washes of lavender and blue
Leaving others to wallow in their own.
My eyelashes flick dizzying specks of storms and blood in flashes, onto the canvas
Stirring starkly the bitterest of my tears and my love for darkness
Longing absent-mindedly for that peice that seems to be missing from my whole
Still the light doesn't fail to grace my irises with its frail flower that returns each dawn,
Awakening softly the true spirit within
YOU ARE READING
100 Peices of Me
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
