He started,
Started with an empty
Empty, blank canvas
For a long while
He would sit
Sit and stare
Stare and sit
Everyday he came
To look at this blank canvas
Many times
He took out his brush
His palette
His paint
Only to carefully replace them
Untouched
Unused
Sometimes
He'd look at works
Of Picasso
Van Gough
Great, inspired
Men.
One day
A child found
Her way into the room
That held the empty
Empty canvas
She saw the paint,
Brush,
Palette,
And,
With the eyes
Eyes of the child,
She put aside
Her current game
To lift paint to
White canvas
Blue
Green
Red
Yellow
And purple
Finished;
She left.
When the m
If I give you my name
Will you hurt me?
If I give you a smile
Will you hurt me?
If I give you the chance
Will you hurt me?
If I give all my trust
Will you hurt me?
Or are you too asking
Will I be hurt by you?
Did you think,
If I give her my name
Will she hurt me?
I've been hurt before,
If I let in her smile,
Will she hurt me?
If I give her the chance,
Will she hurt me?
Is it me she trusts
Or will she hurt me?
And if I let it pass
Will I hurt myself?
Blurred:
Words
Images
Pictures
Blurred:
People
Places
Things
Blurred:
Hope
Dreams
Lies
Blurred:
Eyes
Nose
Mouth
Blurred:
Arms
Hands
Fingers
Blurred: Me
I think I have a monster
That's hidden deep inside
I know not what it's doing
Or why it likes to hide
I think I have a monster
That likes to rear its head
And when it tries to come out
I feel as good as dead
I think I have a monster
That tries to posses my mind
Leaving my true feelings
Rotting far behind
I think I have a monster
That tries to control my life
And when it pilots me
It leaves a path of strife
I think I have a monster
Heaven hold my hand
Why it wants to hurt me
I cannot understand
I think I have a monster
That the monster is me
Imprisoned deep within
It will not let me free
I think I have a monster
That's
Scientists tell you how you're here
Christians say whom to fear
America's 'In God we Trust'
Politicians: "Vote for me or bust!"
In this world of vivid dreams
All I see is just one thing:
Shades of Grey
School's in, school's out
The little boy's first trout
Fairy tales and folk lore
And the final winning score
The world is full of vivid dreams
Yet it all becomes just one thing:
Shades of Grey
Peace is right
Yet People fight
Look at the throng
They say its wrong:
Shades of Grey
One more day.
Get up.
One more night.
Sleep.
One more week.
Move.
One more month;
One more year.
Get up
Sleep
Move
Go.
It would be hard
Hard to be blind
Maybe
Blind is not
A Failure to see
But failure to be seen
Invisible
Alone
Unable
To make them see.
Hard too.
Being deaf.
Maybe
Deaf is not just
A failure to hear
But
A failure
To be heard
Silent
Withholding
Unable
To make them hear.
Mute.
Possibly
Mute is
Not a failure
To talk, but to
Speak the right things
And
Hear
And
See
Blind, Deaf, Dumb
To everything
But mostly:
Myself
Favourite genre of music: 80's Favourite cartoon character: Eeyore Personal Quote: "That was the most perfect sound."-D "Umm, guys, that was my butt."-Me
I got a job at Target :target:
And it's pretty much taking up all of my time.
And I'm sad because I miss hanging with my friend ~big-white-house (https://www.deviantart.com/big-white-house) :(
:heart:
Just a quote from my favorite book. :airborne:
"Somebody said lets go out and fight for liberty and so they went and got killed without ever once thinking about liberty. And what kind of liberty were they fighting for anyway? How much liberty and whose idea of liberty? Were they fighting for the liberty of eating free ice cream cones all their lives or for the liberty of robbing whoever they please whenever they wanted to or what? You tell a man he can't rob and you take away some of his liberty. You've got to. What the hell does liberty mean anyhow? It's just a word like house or table or any other word. A guy says house and he can