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~ written upon blank pages ~
i wanted to paint a perfect world
written with blue-greens and orange – reds...
i wanted to be the loved one
painted in hues of flesh and bone...
i wanted to build my own illusion
penned with the colors of love and lust...
instead I wasted my time
creating a mural of an unreal place.
trusting in the wrong ones, the wrong kind
leaving my brush to bleed upon the canvas
my life is an open book, dark chapters
written, hidden in every nook.
the pages have yellowed over time
leaving my experience within so sublime.
my wisdom written by a tear filled pen,
all of my sadness, my sword until the end.
fellowship exquisitely destroyed
buried in the recesses of confusing trust
my fate, a realization, knows I cannot be saved
unless I can decimate the blank pages sanctified.
the dark side of love
casts shadows upon my mind.
in unpredictable, hate filled angry words
as this note sings its song in sorrowful chords.
maybe I am meant to be alone
sitting here on this riverbank until dawn...
maybe I will always remain alone
as my calm never comes before the storm...
written with blue-greens and orange – reds...
i wanted to be the loved one
painted in hues of flesh and bone...
i wanted to build my own illusion
penned with the colors of love and lust...
instead I wasted my time
creating a mural of an unreal place.
trusting in the wrong ones, the wrong kind
leaving my brush to bleed upon the canvas
my life is an open book, dark chapters
written, hidden in every nook.
the pages have yellowed over time
leaving my experience within so sublime.
my wisdom written by a tear filled pen,
all of my sadness, my sword until the end.
fellowship exquisitely destroyed
buried in the recesses of confusing trust
my fate, a realization, knows I cannot be saved
unless I can decimate the blank pages sanctified.
the dark side of love
casts shadows upon my mind.
in unpredictable, hate filled angry words
as this note sings its song in sorrowful chords.
maybe I am meant to be alone
sitting here on this riverbank until dawn...
maybe I will always remain alone
as my calm never comes before the storm...
Published 12th Apr 2013
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13th Apr 2013 3:41am
Simply fantastic imagery. I love the use of artistic words you blend with your style so fluently. Romantic disappointments don't often peak my fancy, but I was drawn in by the way you almost depicted a painting as a metaphor for your feelings. Bravo.
