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Strips of WarmthA Poem by SoulExchangerThere comes the sun, and with it, goes the darkness. |
The Man I Never Met on the BusA Poem by Lindsey GraceI saw you on the bus yesterday.The first thing I saw was your leather jacketThe one with the orange patchYour hair was golden brownAnd its waves fell .. |
Soul BrushA Poem by Michael Iam BoneThis poem is a painting metaphor for life. |
Paint The StreetsA Poem by The Poet of Black WingsPaint the streets. Our cities are colorless, Grey. They lack a Beauty and soul I know they're Capable of. We built them to Be organized... |
I Painted the WallsA Story by Alexandra V.Yes, this one is...uh...not for the faint of heart. Read at your own risks. |
YOU: Paint.A Poem by erlanceYou Yes, you, beautiful soul that reaches for the stars with a twinkle in your eyes and doesn't settle for less than your dreams.You, the hurt and bea.. |
The Naked Cherry BlossomA Poem by Emilia (Em-ah-lee-ah)a story of a cherry blossom tree with its journey through alienation and self-worth. this story is metaphor to a situation in my life. i came up w.. |
Sunrise Through a Chainlink FenceA Poem by Jonathan Wa man seated on a paint chipped wooden bench behind a seldom used backstop drags the tip of his shoe in the expose.. |
ImaginationA Poem by Shy Joeeyes closed..the darkblankempty canvaspick up the paint brushdip it into the pool of child wanderlustwatch your reflection obscure in the ripplessling.. |
A Canvas Full of StarsA Book by Emmett CollinsHe was on his knees, thrashing violently at the canvas. She could see the back muscles rippling as he splashed colors of diverse vibrancies onto the f.. |
Artsy meA Story by Ellie VeniceWriting challenge day 4-describe the color blue without saying 'blue'. |
A New Can of PaintA Story by IndieVoyageRobGreen. Yellow. Hazel. Olive. Brown. Off-Brown. Orange. Pearl. Silver. Burnt Umber. Wood. Cherrywood. Ah, here we are: The Color Like When You go Out t.. |
Un Painting ExtraordinaireA Story by JeshanA Tale of a Painting |
I Love That You Hate MeA Poem by Jessica LimaEvery time you texted me after we went our separate waysgave me hope. That was very fucked up of you,I still wait around and I don't know how to cope... |
SightA Poem by Cassie TravisThis is a poem about what sight is, and how beauty is interpreted. |
Black PelicanA Poem by TyBlack Pelican |