Canvas
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Nodding off or bopping
either or is enlightening
to a situation
I am made aware.
Distracted by a melody
These smooth beats move,
but cause me to
stop and listen.
You were perfect...too perfect,
Your warm smile sheltered your bitter words
Those deep blue eyes focused far beyond me
You only confirmed my greatest fear:
Sleep controls our minds, it wraps itself around our though process until it seeps into our neurons by the power of suggestion
He noticed me and picked up a brush;
he is his canvas.
He was missing a few stripes
and wanted to fill them in.
Black streaks fly across the painting;
the strokes looked almost skin like.
Crayola, crayon, color. It’s nice, pretty, and one of its own nothing will be like it.
So here I am
Thinking
About the thoughts
That won't come
About the fututre.
And as I think
My mind swirls
And the nothingness
That comes in waves
Stops.
She tried drawing herself as a lover on the canvas of his mind
He erased all her sketches when her called her just a friend
With one innocent word, she knew it was over then
My face is not my canvas
I can contour
I can paint
I can outline
I can manipulate
I Cannot tell a story
I Cannot move others emotionally
I Cannot be studied
My real canvas
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me?
My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
life is like a canvas
u add paint
chage the color
make the design
but with this canvass you are never sure
on how the canvas would look
or how people will percieve it
A lack of thought dictates my eyes-
these eyes of despair.
So, I dissect the rusted window frame,
with my dry fingers,
looking for a way out, but I can't leave.
I look around for an escape and see a canvas-
My canvas needs paint
My prison needs bars
The light sheds through the darkness
The darkness that has kept me in the shadows for 9 withering months
Paint the colors of the rainbow on her canvas
Staring at a wall is like a painter with a blank canvas
You don't know what to make
To create
What is your inspiration?
Grab that bottle of red paint and throw away your paintbrush
We stare into the heavens
As the sun disappeared.
Disappeared behind the snow capped mountains.
The air slowly coldens
As we're blanketed by the dark
And gaze at the diamond sparkled canvas.
