It will be extravagant.
A play of intense emotions
An array of colors dancing across my viewer's eyes
As they feast upon my many canvases
The inspiration burning
like a tasteful desire
Feasting upon delicate flesh.
I hold my breath like there is no tomorrow
As I strike down the empty canvas
Desperate to feel that same intensity I once felt so long ago.
The inspiration coursing through my veins,
It runs no more.
So alike a hungry wolf,
I search for that feeling much bigger than before
Capable of filling my mind
With such art which they call
The chaotic search for what was once lost.
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Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
