Picasso of words ...
I often make a mess of my feelings
I smear them on a white canvas
I take cursive and form the alphabet
name my feelings
i dip them in colors *
raging reds
pathetic purples
bluesing blues
greedy greens *
pretty pinks
youthful yellows
Obssesive oranges
I don’t know how to explode
not in color
i Don’t love in black and white
i dont know
how to use a
paintbrush
Lightly
I will awash you in my love
you say I am too much
I can’t help god spent too much time on me
I am my own masterpiece
I don’t age over time
I tell you
I was made
through a piano
i am a walking Mozart
my creation
story
is A color by number
if you took the time to color in the lines
maybe you appreciate
my rainbow
I Am something special
I glow Better in the nighttime
i dance in between the shadows
I stopped feeling
I started painting in black and gray
they put a limit on my poetry
don’t you realize I am creating a
eulogy
I been bluesing
sing sweet harmonies of misery
i take the pen
dip into the creases of my heart
and find the line in which my heart broke
I unstich my mouth
and vomit
alpahbet soup of feelings
i unravel my skin
unzip my bones
and bury myself
in the name of poetry
press into the keys
and close
my eyes
and let the sadness awash me
I am the cancer
the words became morphine
i Hear the faltering of the machine keeping me alive
the words never stop beating
the Stanza breathing in and out
forcing another honest confession
the metAphors became the colorful pills
to keep me sane
reality hard to address
picAssco
the truth
it might
look
better in color
I dip my hand inside of me
symphonizes
into the melody
my paintbrush is never
soft
deep strokes
my body became the canavas
this page
has become
my artistic
coffin
I have Buried
the past
in the burrows
of
the spine
that spindles
me out of control
I don’t know how to color inside the lines
my poetry is a starry night
you will see how I shine in the darkest sky’s
I splatter my brain
against white walls
and wondering what’s so
beautiful
about red against
white
Surrender looks a lot like saving
I often fantsize my death
disappearing looks beautiful
but if crafted
in free verse
you’ll miss the meanings
i am not meant to be understand
i paint pictures with my words
i am not the monet
i am no Mona Lisa
i am more a frida Kalho
i only paint my reality
I stopped eating clouds
I don’t know what dreams taste like
I stopped along time ago
kissing the mouths of Stars
and become the star dust
because afterall shooting stars die a legend
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