If I were a saint, maybe you'd catch your name in the corner of my prayer
But a sinner, I stand. I can offer little from this empty soul
You speek of leaving this world as if it were a caged cell without owner
I can assure you that the exit sign won't offer enough light to see by
But look to the dawn and walk through day-break's end
I'll be there and I promise you can find compassion here
I'm not the one with all the answers by any means
But life through my eyes seems an empty and limitless canvas
Paint it with laughter or paint it with fear
Paint a beautiful sunset over breaking thoughts
Paint the world drowning while you helplessly watch
But put me in the picture as close as you love
And tomorrow we will roll up the canvas deep within our memories
We will paint day 2 upon our soul's unrelenting desire
When we finish, we will rest and dream of what's to come
And sleep as canvas 2 completely unravels
Another memory back in our mind just above the shadows
Take your brush and live creatively however you wish to be
Please tell me what you think
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Love the Concept
Most people believe life is what you make of it but I love the way you put it into words. Very Good
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This was different, there was a fair bit of decent imagry in it, I quite liked the concept, a pretty interesting read littlefishone
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brandons harsh
it doesnt stink that bad
it has lots of potential and also pretty good imagery.... i don't normaly do this in comments but you might want to read this:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4187871
and just keep up the penning youre doing fine
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That was just a joke
I actually am pretty proud of this. I just thought it was funny. I have to go to work now and escort some local Afghanis, but will definitely read ur poem later. Than you for the honest comment. Much appreciated.
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HORRIBLE
YOU'RE POEM'S A BIG PIECE OF STINKY DOO-DOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
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