Paint My Heart

Just another of those "down times" and just need to express the feeling out again.

At First,

In The Beginning After We Met

You Started Painting My Heart Red

With A Fresh Fluffiness Paintbrush

You've Shown Me Your Softness

Gave Me All Of Your Tenderness



I Loved Those Affections

 

Then,

Later When There's Some Changes In You

You Suddenly Began Painting My Heart Blue

With A Dry And Worn Out Paintbrush

You Showed Me Part Of Your Craziness

Left Me In The World Of The Sadness



I Hated Those Afflictions

 

Now,

At Last To This Moment Of The Lacks

You've Been Painting My Heart Black

With A Stiff Razor-Like Paintbrush
 
You're Showing Me The True Darkness

Giving Me Great Deal Of The Madness



I Understand Those Inflictions

 

But, It's Too Much Of The Pain

Because My Heart Is Breaking

Like My Heart Is Locked In Chains

Will You Please Stop Painting?

 

Author's Note

I know it's depressing, but I just want to write another pain out, so I can feel a little bit better.

Reviews

[~Mary Ann~]

Isn't that what having the gift of ink is all about? The ability to express one's emotions? It is so much harder to say than it is to ink sometimes... Maybe because we know the page won't talk back? :)
The symbolism in this piece by usage of the paint and the paintbrush guides the reader through the emotions and give us an understanding of what you are feeling....

Well done! :p

Leaving a hug... :)

[Michelle Lea]

Wow wow wow and wow...you have always had such such a GREAT great deal of expressive/descriptive emotional detail when it comes to your writings and that's what I love about reading them, gets me everytime!! I write to get it out and man you so just did that, love it love it! I really love the way you used the paintbrush throughout in different stages and the part of the poem where you wrote "Will You Please Stop Painting?" was the perfect ending. I'm sorry for your pain, I can relate and its not fun being in pain. So keep writing, good therapy and good for us readers!! Hugz, Michelle

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Aww, great write Joseph, I see the metaphor expulging in its arrays of colors,
as a painter I never knew how much others visualized my whims and in this case your girl's whim's and conequently your torture, great great write! ---mishel

[Brianna Brie]

The creativity in this poem is splendid. Sure other people paint, but not specific moods by color. Awesome! I could totally relate!!

[Anna Writes]

i love this poem too...:)

[Andrea A. Wentz]

A tragicly painful piece. I didn't get how this meant what you said it did, but I guess that's what writing is all about. Everybody intreprets things differently. The way it seems to me....lets just say that if there was anyone in the world who cared about the person writing this, they'd stop painting immediately. The piece drips pain and anguish with every word. The last stanza started with a bit of a trip up, but otherwise this is a piece that sticks with you, especially the visuals of the paintbrush. A great piece of work!

[ANNA]

You have a beautiful way of showing off your heart and feelings. You didn't go off course with your thoughts. like I do. This was breathtaking, I did'nt want to stop reading. Now I see why people on writer cafe and else where are addicted to your poems and want to read more!

Thanks for letting me be a friend on here and sharing your writings

Much respect,
Anna

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No reason for apologies, writing is about release! I like the subtle rhyme and the analogies between the color of paint, softness/hardness of the brush and the declination of emotion from warm to dark. A great pen from the hand of God's child.

[just is]

I love this write it may be sad, but it's sincere.

[melpomene:[muse of trag..]

depressing no... understood by many, yes. you bring the reader into the scene, allowing us to also feel each painted color with you - release is always good for the soul; certainly the main reason i write, as well. your ending is very poignant. excellent penning...XO

[Flame DM]

Wonderfully written. I love how you used the paintbrushes, the description, to add onto the mood. I agree with Nickilynn, that's why there's ink in the world, to vent and to let out the pain. Loved this piece, its going in my library

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