Painting quite the picture
Aren't we?
Brush strokes painting
Red
One more swipe
Just right
And oops
You'll be dead
You're quite the painter
Aren't you?
Gliding across that canvas
Deep blues
And purples
Then another splash of red
Hmm
Quite the combo
Viciously you paint
It's the art
That doesn't require
Perfection
You bleed and bleed
In every direction
Careful
Your canvas
Is running out of room
The sky was bright
Now it's night
You've been at it
Since noon
Blend and blend your colors
As your paint dries
You've got to make that sunset
Before tears go in your eyes
Streaky skies
Low waters
Highlighted just right
Tall lupine trees
Might cover up your fight
Pretty little flowers
With lovely little thorns
Careful
Don't prick your finger
A parent silently mourns
Hide your brushes
Take your paints
Splash them all around
Art is no fun
If control can be found
Floorboards covered in color
Feet stained with pink
Take one step you'll slip
It really makes you think
Such a messy display
For lots of prying eyes
Though, this is creative
It's where your secret lies
Clean up your mess
Put on your disguise
Get a brand new canvas
Wipe the tears from your eyes
You can't replace your body
But it's quite alright
Scars will fade honey
On the worst of stormy nights
~~RDP~~
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PoetryThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...
