Paint It Down

I breathe it in

the colors I see

are all I am

hidden in memories

are you and I 

and this

spit it out

let it leave

Sounds of you

break up the dark

and I can’t hold it in

lines of blue mix in

I can’t grasp it

how it just seeps in

whatever this is

I

Paint it down

I 

Paint it down

I’m not sorry

I’m not anything

everything goes

and turns into

what it means

what it is

is the empty

parts of dreams

houses are big

to leave room 

for longing

I see you 

but only faintly

touch is only a memory

free to be

in this room of me

black to soothe me

with all the things 

that make me

monsters and fish

I 

paint it down

I

paint it down

hold my thoughts

hold them down

with lots of paint

still they can

escape the page

and everything 

leads to

parts of 

wholes of

me

escape the page

when can i 

see you clearly?

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I feel as a reader this is a song...by the format you put it in...but I could be wrong...the font is a bit small...but I got through the whole read...I liked the repeating line...gives this verse life and you can hear the voice throughout...

[N.A.]

It was a song but I forgot the melody to it. Not sure when the melody will come back to me. Thanks for the review.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

ur welcome Glitch...if you have more in this format let me know...I'm doing my AKA Filipino American Dream Series IV: Armageddon...all of you here at the Cafe are giving me an added inspiration to do another series...

[Laminators Dubai]

i paint.
its nothing with everything. you will escape for the page just be the brush.

i really like it, i know its not for enjoy but life is

thanks for sharing this writing...

and let us in your room...

[N.A.]

On the contrary poems are also for enjoyment. I'm glad you liked it. This poem is neither happy or sad.

[Laminators Dubai]

im glad that you like that i like lol...