life is a canvas
and I had my paints
I painted strokes of black and white
but something about the painting wasn't right
so I started using colors green and blue
and I let you add red because I wanted to
but then my painting became too bright
and maybe wasn't placed in the right light
so I changed the place and I put in more grey
but at the edges the canvas has begun to fray
and my painting has no meaning
it follows no theme,
no colour scheme..
It doesn't represent me
nor does it represent you..
No, it isn't any form of art..
not does convey a message from the heart..
Life is a canvas
and I had my paints
I ruined it myself
I have nothing more to say..
2 comments:
The poems reflects how confused you are about being in the grey or in the colours. It's a big mess, isn't it? Painting is a skill, I've learnt. Even if it isn't the most creative, you'll perfect it as a skill(someone told me so). And it'll be you picture. With everything you want :) And you'll look back and be proud.
the fine line between random colors and a monet is when you step a good deal back and ponder the possibilities
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