I breathe in the smell of paint,
pull on my overalls,
grab the bristling brush,
and slosh on the rainbow.
First I do the outline,
carefully draw out the shape,
a small stump of a body,
with long waving hair,
I start on the painting...
I fill the eyes with red,
because red is always in me - anger,
wherever I look there's a tint of red,
distorting the world - making it ugly.
Then a splodge of black,
The fungus that is mutating me.
The great big shadow - you.
You block out the laughter,
I splodge you everywhere.
Orange then follows,
I place it on my head,
dangerous and unpredictable,
my "carer", my "protector",
my "mum",gone completely mad.
Adding unnecessary fear to my brain.
Purple soon comes.
The coulour of bruises,
tender and sore, covering my body,
telling the story,
Of our relationship.
Then a splosh of yellow,
the eye of the storm,
that is my brother,
always there, always calm,
I splash the page in yellow...
Smiling as I go,
magnifying you...
Suddenly the blood soaked blade slashes,
in my mind,
I fall to the floor,
I cannot deny it.
The most controlling part of my life,
Must be in the painting of me,
Otherwise it's not me,
I grab the brush but I cannot...
The blade is not a colour.
The blade is a destroyer.
The blade is cutting...
A destroyer of emotion.
A destoryer of me.
A destroyer I have created.
Brought on myself.
The blade is slashing...
So I do the only thing I know...
I rip up my painting,
I rip up my life
with the blood soaked blade.
Dripping with my blood.
It flutters to the floor:
the painting of me.
My blood drips with it,
from my arm,
drip...drip...drip...
It joins it's creator,
on the floor,
where it belongs,
where I belong.
Author notes
Yeah, it's a bit of a mess that you might not understand! But it's the easiest way to describe everything!
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Comments
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I loved it!!
It was deep,emotional and expressed your feelings for your family etc.
Excellent work!!!
xxx
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confusingly great !
it was very confusing at times, but that made it better, in my opinion. you told a very interesting story, with all different components that play important parts in your life. saying what every color kind of means to you was a great way of making painting... what's the word... well darker i guess xD great job
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i love it. even though its a bit confusing. it gave strange images to my mind, seemed to tell a interesting sad story.
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you're right, i don't fully understand, but can anyone ever fully understanbd anything?
anyways, it's a bit confusing, a bit...what's the word?....vague...in places.....buti like it.,...especially where you say
"The blade is not a colour.
The blade is a destroyer.
The blade is cutting...
A destroyer of emotion."
because all that is so very true
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