Good Day! I decided to drop some of my poetry today because I haven't don't so in a while. I hope you enjoy! Leave feedback if you're lead to. Also, if your interested in my writing, look for my book of words coming soon!
A little background about this poem. I wrote this poem in my sleep. Literally. It was a foreshadow of my life. A few months later I experienced these words.
if it applies
eva been caught on the wrong painting canvas?
cuz ooooooo i painted that canvas and boy did i color it!
i stroked that canvas in ways you couldn’t believe.
reproduced colors into existence.
you hear me?
i took my paint brush and stabbed holes into another woman’s painting.
i manipulated the paint to do things it never imagined.
i let the brush molest every part of that canvas.
dripping with significance.
i let the paint brush with the paintbrush and boy did it brush!
colors ran away from each other, colors ran into each other, it was an artistic orgy.
i painted on another painter’s canvas.
My fingers don’t feel regret though.
i made the painting a better woman cuz after i painted on it, she realized what art really is.
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