Lights illuminate the bigger picture
as tiny little splotches dance on paper
or a fresco...
painted violently, as if punched in
by tiny animal's fingers
scurrying about in the pigment...
Creating individual stories
billions of folk tales
some gray, some pink,
some very very blue
I am standing next to you
in this infinite swarm of hues
and I have never felt more alone.
There are yellows and violets,
greens and blacks,
all of them the same, none
like me and you.
Depicted side by side, yet so apart
part of a bigger world that has corrupted you...
Solitary spots covering a canvas
telling an epic legend of our lives
and I would love nothing more
than to lay next to you in all of my
pink glory, triumphantly placed here,
for the rest of my existence
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Love your images....
I think this would show up better on a light bg - perhaps something to go with the border - and a font that pops it out.
I liked your wording and emotion - felt some words were repeated too often - a substitute would help give it more 'impact'. Also, some was a little cliche' -
I loved the solitary spots dancing on paper, scurring about in the pigment - lovely image.
I think the 'bones' in this are really good.....a bit of unique wording would help pull this out of 'cliche'....
if you edit this, please let me know and I'll come back and re-read.
best wishes.
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