I have a paintbrush that's old and used,
Together I combine it with the colors that I choose,
Then use it to create paintings that they say make a magical sight,
But they don't know I see it as black and white.
I try to use many colors as possible,
Using different shades to bring out their beauty in all,
To them it's a magical sight to see,
Yes maybe it's beautiful but it's just sorrow to me.
I hide my sorrows at my paintings by making a happy picture,
They're beautiful to them but this I'm sure,
The picture and the colors hides the true feelings,
Feelings I also painted but no one will be seeing.
Along the path,
All I saw was wrath,
I used painting as a distraction,
But now I can't avoid the corruption.
On a white sheet of paper that's clean,
Just one black dot can have means,
Of portraying an emotion,
Without causing a commotion.
A straight line has meaning,
Different in the eyes of each being,
I drew a painting with straight lines then that was it,
That was the last time I would take a hit.
I began focusing of what I could have done than what I still can do,
Now I see the truth,
No matter how beautiful the painting may be,
Only the painter knows the mask beneath.
BINABASA MO ANG
Depths Of Thoughts
PoetryEverything that is published within this book are all made by me. All the poems are composed by me. This is a collection of poems :)
