Little Orphan Seeks Interesting New God (MY MIND)

by Grotesque Angel   Dec 19, 2006


Painting a canvas,
Start it with white,
Find all your colors,
Magnificent sight

Blue and red,
Yellow and green,
Now your brush,
Make it unclean

The clearness of white starts to fade,
Realizing now this isn't a trade,
All these colors inside my head,
Laying now upon my bed

As the paint thickens,
So does the plot,
But this isn't Dikens,
And paint this was not

Each color a thought,
Each canvas a day,
Filled a whole room,
Insane they would say

Now this 'art' wont go away,
My situation dire,
Lead me to another place,
My strongest liquid fire

© Copyright 2006 By: Grotesque Angel

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  • 14 years ago

    by Ixora

    Bueatiful. You seem to paint a canvas with your words and that is truly a talent. There is a depth to this poem as well that seems to be unique as it is relatable. Great job.

  • 17 years ago

    by mier

    Amazing! Such an insightful poem... The flow of words and depths of emotions expressed were nicely written...

    An amazing read...

  • 17 years ago

    by .K.i.T.t.Y.

    Wow. your writing is just so deep and strong. your wording makes your poems spectacular. keep it up.

  • 17 years ago

    by Wings Of Flames

    Ha HA i forgot to COMMENT!!! XD

    lol. i think yyou already know that your better then me in every possible way but I'm just gonnma rub it in a bit more! Excellente my fellow poet. Keep crackin'!
    ~Em
    MWAH! XXOO

    *quad hug*

  • 17 years ago

    by Shae

    I loved this poem. Its sad though... Keep on writing!! And I'll keep reading!

    ~Shae

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