The Deterioration of Cheap Acrylic

I'd draw the devil's breath upon me if I could,

for these nights erupt with an emptiness

thick enough to suffocate as I count the seconds

like I should've counted days,

nothing lingers in every whisper,

nothing inhabits the throes of my soul,

nothing, nothing, nothing

churns in the air of midnight

as I swipe at hollow thoughts.

Oh,

dear devil, come indulge me;

for God won't have me.

Prove that miracles do come true

by painting upon a picture with the colors

of my soul:

draw scarlet from the nick of thoughts

slowly dying on my tongue,

and steal the light from my eyes

to pretty the image afront me,

for it is the depiction of a bland life

painted with mediocre acrylics,

having grown dull and bland

in such a short time.

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of brewcha of Deviant Art, look upon her profile for lovely artwork!

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

Wow!! so descriptive and emotive for me! we do have times so dark that God seems without a heart and more darkness a cure .. such suffering if we survive is the best possible experience of all ..we gain patience, true Faith, and unlooked for unshakable anchor .. well said sir!! lots of good stuff in this one for sure!
E.

[escherflight]

Your central idea is clever and well sustained. Some precise and powerful phrasing.

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, escherflight.

[stars are far]

That was very amaizngly done.. you did a great job here..
keep it up

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you stars :3

[BlackRose]

Maybe a sorrowful piece but nonetheless colors so vividly the images and so striking the words on a blank canvas. Well done!

@{/:o)

[Tai Ryens]

Sorrow is my melody; thank you!

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Oh no, Taite, this is definitely not a fading of cheap acrylics... your words here are alive, although full of sorrow...but alive none the less! They paint us a scene with such vivid colors... I can stand for hours, memorized by the beautiful composition of your words...mixed so well with one another and spread out before us on a canvas of pure emotion. Your heart, bold like oils.... your soul deep yet translucent as watercolors. This poem is a reflection of the masterpiece which is you, very well done!

[Tai Ryens]

You flatter me, K, aha. Thank you.

[paul sal.....]

profound.........sad............. miracles do come true but they emanate from the heart,,,if God is what they say ,he will most certainly have you, if There is a God then there is a devil, who definitly does not have a heart, and by the way, the mind and heart inhabit your soul

[Tai Ryens]

Intriguing, thanks muchly, p Salinger.

[B.J]

Your writing is incredible for such short years. These are amazing thoughts combined together to make beautiful art

[Tai Ryens]

You flatter me, I thank you kindly.

[B.J]

your welcome

[Riley Bray]

This is excellent! I can feel the sorrow emanating from the words you've so graciously connected. A wonderful read.

Highlights:

"nothing lingers in every whisper,
nothing inhabits the throes of my soul,
nothing, nothing, nothing
churns in the air of midnight
as I swipe at hollow thoughts."

"God won't have me."

"Prove that miracles do come true
by painting upon a picture with the colors
of my soul:"

[Tai Ryens]

Thanks muchly, Riley, glad you enjoyed.

[Pax]

The Deterioration of Cheap Acrylic – the title itself draws me, as was thinking why I really like to use acrylic than oil, perhaps it dries quickly than oil itself.. and it is quite cheaper as well… okay that was beside the point..hehe, I just wanted to point that out… :D, they say that the title speaks for itself, and I say they are right, Perhaps that is why – the cheaper the product is, the lower the quality it produces… but I guess that totally depends on the brand you used.

The first stanza made me think that – “emptiness produces nothing” . The metaphor of the devil, is really intriguing.

The second short stanza, leaves a me in questions, or I am just taking it literally, because I know god as if he is not there, will always be there watching us. Perhaps it is clear now that this devils, are you inner demons, lurking, eating you up… weakening you strength to fight off the ugly truth the world have/had brought upon us… in that I could relate too well…

The third stanza is the most intriguing part. As if you are pointing to your creation to be dull, or your life itself is becomes dull… perhaps I am assuming to much…

A very intriguing piece my friend…

[Tai Ryens]

Your poignant reviews always stir up more thoughts from my own poetry, as I do so enjoy others' thoughts when I pen this of my own. You were spot on for some of it, particularly the ending, Pax, and I enjoyed your interpretations. As I like to say; a cliché, really, "Life is what you make of it," and I've used what could be found to pretty the picture as best as I could.
Thank you, friend, always glad to see your thoughts.