Painted Skies

Painted Skies

A Poem by MachinaWriter

There is a green field, / painted behind my eyes... / and I must simply close them / to see those starry skies...


The coffee stain, smeared across

this glossy-finished tabletop

like a waterstain- painted, drawn;

catches my eye,

as it always does,

during the early hours of dawn.


It seizes my train of thought,

a temporary stop,

screeching, pistons ceasing

as I think to the other stains

                that still aren’t gone.


Like the stain of disdain

I have for all the things

I still have yet to gain.

This cigarette,

burnt out from neglect,

rests between my fingertips

as I sip upon the same

early morning coffee,

I drink at the start of every day.


And I think,

I lack heart in the things I say,

constantly scratching away

at a leatherbound book,

as I look

                for meaning in this life.


I’ve been dreaming of things,

my tongue can’t speak;

of green fields

            starry skies

and snowy mountain peaks.

And of something else,

                        I really seek…

someone whispering in my ear,

taking away my fears;

making me feel weak

                            and strong.

who makes days short

               and moments long.


I rest my coffee cup

upon that stain and lift my head

looking up

                 at my window instead;

I stop and see the first light

over the rooftops,

                      breaking away the night

as I imagine you rising out of bed.


And I seek sleep,

because deep in those dreams

everything seems…


Not an escape.

A time to envision

and help with the decision

to break away the tape

around this crime scene

that used to be my dreams…

                …but not any longer.



               there is a green field,

painted behind my eyes…

and I must simply close them

to see those starry skies,

where you and I

lay side by side,

upon beds of grass…

I know eventually I’ll meet you there,

                    old friends, embraced at last…


And with you I’ll lie down

               in those green pastures

forgetting past years

                          and past hurts…


There is for once solemnity

                                  in my soul…

and this sin in me,

which burns like coals

is starved in the waters of your sea…


And I wish to thank you,

for your sacrosanct heart.

It is a shrine in the eyes

                      of my departing mind…


To me, you are sacred;

and I wish to rid

myself of the fears

that put a lid upon my heart,

                     ready to burst…

Because you quench the thirst

of my soul,

in you, I finally live…

and I know,

            you deserve all I can give.


Because I find strength in all our talks.

And through them I would walk,

through that darkest valley,

in the alley between hopelessness

and despair…

For even there,

            you rally the courage in me;

you give me reason to be

                          a better man.

To stand…

                  …when I once would lay.


You have brought me a soul

of solemnity…

And given me a mind

                          of serenity…

I now have a heart longing for love

 just saying “Let it be! Let it be!”


So I look upon that coffee stain,

and give a little smile.

In a short while,

we’ll talk again

and I’ll be greeted

by the hope you send

           in every little message…

I watch the last vestige

of night fade away to day…

                       the sun is free…

I think of you

and I think of me

then I think of the stain....

         and decide to let it be,

  let it be…

© 2012 MachinaWriter

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Beautiful word choice throughout - I love the "let it be,/let it be..." at the end - what a great sentiment to leave on. Also very visual - the coffee stain, such an everyday thing, so ugly, yet you siphon a beautiful thought out of it. I love that this doesn't have a rigid rhyme scheme - I think that makes it really interesting and groups/organizes thoughts appropriately. I can feel the longing and the devotion in this... and also an "other-worldly" feeling (for lack of a better term). You began with a very tangible, earthly image and lead me into another, more peaceful place. The thought I'm left with is not that anything is perfect, but that to "let it be" is best. Very moving. Great job.

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11 Years Ago

Thank you, that truly means a lot. My rhyme scheme has changed quite a lot since I first joined this.. read more


Sounds more like a story then a poem.
Though it sure was very deep and filled with such strong emotion.
Its very beautiful and romantic this piece.
Very well thought out to, cleaver write.
Keep writing :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

An enjoyable read from top to bottom. My fave:

"You have brought me a soul
of solemnity…
And given me a mind
of serenity…"

Posted 9 Years Ago

That is an amazing poem. The imagery was so very clear I kept forgetting they words that I was reading, and not a picture.

Posted 9 Years Ago


9 Years Ago

Thank you! I appreciate you taking the time to comment, too. I'm glad you got something out of it.
Just joined this site and I came across your profile. I loved the language of this poem as well as the flow. Good job!

Posted 9 Years Ago


9 Years Ago

Thanks! I try and leave the flow of my pieces to be more organic, freeform. I'm glad you liked it.
As I prepare for a funeral this morning and reflect on people and relationships I have recently lost, and the tremendous impact each person whom I have momentarily or eternally called friend, has changed my life, I have struggled to sleep or calm my mind. This work brought me a sense of peace and I thank you for that!

Posted 10 Years Ago


10 Years Ago

Thank you. I feel honoured that I was able to give that to you; it's the greatest compliment a write.. read more
I absolutely love those verses,  very relateable! amazingly written and well expressed

Posted 10 Years Ago


10 Years Ago

Oh, thank you ^^ How did you find this poem? lol It's been a while. Eh, doesn't matter. I appreciate.. read more
A. Amos

10 Years Ago

My friend, diamond always shine such as your piece...honor and pleasure is all're most we.. read more
I never look for form or writing or anything when I read poetry, but I have to say your style is amazing great rhyme scheme and a beautiful concept. Probably one of the best I've read in a while

Posted 11 Years Ago


11 Years Ago

I don't look at form or anything even when I'm writing poetry lol I just let it happen the way it sh.. read more
I took pleasure remininscing with you during this moment of self-reflection. I chuckle at the coffee mind does not fully function until after that first sip...then the mind begins to churn...I forget how powerful my thoughts can be during this time of day...perhaps that is why some of my best work is written Sunday I sip my first cup of hot jo.

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11 Years Ago

Thank you, immensely. I feel the same way lol coffee is my blood stream. I haven't been able to writ.. read more

11 Years Ago

Happy New Year. :))

11 Years Ago

Happy New Year to you, as well ^^
this was a rendering of a very beautiful soul put to paper.

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11 Years Ago

Thank you, that means a lot ^^
As always, this is amazing. It's beautifully wrote and I got the image so easily. You're such a great writer. Don't stop, darling. :) I really loved the lines "and this sin in me,/ which burns like coals/ is starved in the waters of your sea…"

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11 Years Ago

It went pretty good, actually. The writer came and watched it and said we were a perfect example on .. read more

11 Years Ago

I'll definitely check them out ^^ Actually, I've posted quite a few poems since you've been gone. I .. read more

11 Years Ago

Hahah okay, I'll check it out. :)

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Added on November 23, 2012
Last Updated on November 27, 2012



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My original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..


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