I am an ARTIST.Do you see the pretty colors,
masterpieces yet to be born.
Imagination full of wonders
on a sheet just freshly torn.
Create a piece so wonderous,
to stand the strain of time.
A collection of great colors
without any reason, need, or rhyme.
Molding a world of freedom
with the colors on a palette.
The brushes may be the actors
emotions that only paint can display
A world free of pain and sorrow
will be born between the lines.
Fingers dance across a keyboard
poetry shall never be confined.
A broken heart is mended
with just a dash of red.
A lonely desert replenished
as the blues help it be fed.
A voice is in these paintings,
they sing words yet to be spoken.
Bring light into the darkness
for those who have yet to be awoken.
Art is refuge and expression
the key to chains we bare.
The escape from dull reality
no matter how its shared.
For All of the HeartsFor all the hearts who have been broken
That have had to buy rounds of duct tape to mend
Tears that have been wrought on souls that do not hear
That have had to wear masks of smiles and hearts to hide
And especially for those whose hearts still sing
Today its going to rain, rain like the stars have died
The heavens are going to cry with the passion of
Well, one of us; who've lived multiple lives
and have died every single day trying and struggling
But living and sighing through each painful drop of blood
Tomorrow, though, I'm going to smile; Through the grimace
And the dirt and the blood and the pain that stains black
Upon my cheeks from all the gashes they've cut from scythes
And tomorrow- smile; sing for every day and every soul
Whose ever loved you, who still love you, and for those who will
For all the hearts who have been broken
The duct tape will start the mending, but you have to too
The tears you must bottle away from souls who do not deserve your pain
Let the masks mold