And this is the way
My paintbrush flings
Whoosh!
Bam!
Zing!
Watch the colors as they sway
Lasso of vibrant dreams
As the acrylics glean
A Pollock fiasco
Can’t stop the flow
Hues, hints, tints and overtones
Blender puree of tender hormones
Now these elements to infuse
Ah, there you are my muse
Wallowing in your vivacious shades
My sketchy heart erases and fades
Consumed in your oily essence
Charred by your charcoal presence
This flame broiled heart lies in abstract atrophy
Though I wear you on my skin
The coating is but paper thin
Lo I love as much as I lust
The paint shall dry and turn to dust
Thus brings the artist’s cold and cruel irony
Now the cycle is complete
Rising again to my feet
Alas, it is indeed murder in the wings
Behold the intricate art of a fling.
Author notes
For my sweet sweet Deathless... 
A contest entry
- My first year is over! by Deathless1.
550 points, ended March 7, 4 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wow this was amazing and im typing on the dark so sorry for any typos this was very good
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"Consumed in your oily essence
Charred by your charcoal presence"
its so dark.. its beautiful and dark i think that this poem expresses to the core the darkness that lingers just below the surface of all our skins..
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what a lovely
tribute, and a great read!
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that was beautiful and sweet! the rhythm and flow was perfect!!! Great work sweetie!
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nice.
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Gorgeous stuff.
First impression was that it was fun and lively. Loved it. -
very interesting take on art and love.
i loved the idea of the paint being your love, as allpoetry is my lover.
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