The artist looks at the painting
On the studio wall
And he sees a picture
Like no other at all
The black paint shows where he was used
The white shows where he was abused
He hates the memories that come to mind
He only wanted her to be kind
He holds his painting as he remembers the day
And resists the urge to throw it away
Author notes
I figured I am the last one to enter this contest and would round it up for you
A contest entry
- QUICKIE TIME by doyouloveit.
475 points, ended December 31, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please say SOMETHING
Comments
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I love the comparison to painting, I often paint when I feel a certain way, it's a great way to relieve stress or to get something off of you without screaming it out to the world (literally) and having people think you've gone insane.
-Andi -
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You too huh? I paint alot but I'm not so good at it, just good fun
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This poem I find to be deep with thought, leaving a sad impression. I really like this one and congrats on the gold.
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i feel like you got in my own personal thoughts and memories in my own life thank you so much for writing for me you wrote was i was looking for
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A really good piece of writing.
I like this too. Out lives are nothing but paintings in the end. Being born we start out with a new canvas then as we go along, we add color. Depending on what we have experienced in life, depends on what colors we use to paint our canvas. That is what I got from this. Wonderful writing. More please.
Wayne Leon.
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I really like this. It made me think. It's short and sweet, but you really get your point across. I really like this. Thanks for sharing.
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wow this was sad and dep
but your flow was perfect
and your word choice was great
i realy got alot of images from this poem
you did a fantastic job on this poem
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