Paint It Black

by Sweet Fragility   Jul 11, 2008


My first poem in over 6 months =]

Thoughts scattered like color patterns of broken art --
The tears hidden below the surface of what's seen,
Anguished cries fill the abyss of my patchwork heart.

Rays of light used to reflect off vivid stained glass --
A burning beacon that shone so brightly in the dark,
Dimmed 'til I couldn't see the shadows of the past.

Good times washed away like faded watercolors --
Gone with an abruptness that leaves a sad longing,
For a newfound future that no longer shimmers.

An empty slate, shattered memories of before --
So paint it black, just paint everything black,
Because some things don't matter anymore.

Copyright (c) Sweet Fragility
7/11/08

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  • 16 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    "Thoughts scattered like color patterns of broken art --
    The tears hidden below the surface of what's seen,
    Anguished cries fill the abyss of my patchwork heart."

    This is my favorite stanza and a really captivating opening. Such vivid imagery you had here! I really enjoyed this poem, a great read from start to finish. Keep writing, always and forever....

  • 16 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    Beautiful write...
    the meatphors used are wonderful... they match your poem so very well...

    "An empty slate, shattered memories of before --
    So paint it black, just paint everything black,
    Because some things don't matter anymore."

    ^^ this is very touching... as if though you dont want to let it go... but still you have to...

    Excellent write..
    keep writing...

  • 16 years ago

    by BlueEyedMystery

    Thoughts scattered like color patterns of broken art --
    `` Ahh, wonderful opening, and I loved the simile. It gives off such a pretty picture, even though I can tell this is going to be a sad poem. Making sad things beautiful is a true art. :]

    Good times washed away like faded watercolors --
    `` Another vivid simile. This whole poem is producing such colorful images.

    So paint it black, just paint everything black,
    Because some things don't matter anymore.
    `` All that pretty color just turned black. o.o I should have guess they would because of the title, but it still kind of shocked me, in a good. way. This ending was brilliant.

    For your first poem in six months, this was amazing. I wish I could write poems like this. They always seem to amaze me, and I can't find the right words to discribe them.

    Great job!

    Keep writing!
    Cayce

  • 16 years ago

    by Bugg

    This poem was really good. I really liked the ending. I loved all the words and imagery that you used, too. Everything was perfect. :)

  • 16 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    "Thoughts scattered like color patterns of broken art --"
    ``Great simile. Well done explaining!

    "Good times washed away like faded watercolors --"
    ``Another excellent simile.

    Overall, a good poem. I loved the ending. It said it all. :) 5/5