Paints

Critique is welcome!

Bathed in paints

of filthy colors

Red-stained lips

and tainted lovers

You’re spilling, dripping,

stuck in your head.

Your throat is raw.

Your eyes are red

from nimbus clouds

that you blow from your lungs-

Pastel smoke,

like twisting tongues.

Your head is packed

with rosy blooms-

A kaleidoscope

of colored plumes.

You’ve lost your mind

to a vibrant sea-

to your churning depths

And depravity.

The sunlight streams

through waking dreams,

tangled up

In sky-blue screams.

As you saturate

The vivid skies

With a dripping sink

And piebald eyes.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I liked the numerous fresh and unique rhymes in this one. My feeling is the speaker is not addressing another; rather this is an inner conversation, maybe a self flagellation. The raw throat and red eyes suggest some kind of substance is involved. I hope things work out.

[Alexandra W]

Thank you for your review!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

Do you write consciously or do you channel or both? I find your words like music, both beautiful and discordant. Life in from a synesthete's paintbrush. Much adored.

[Taniska 😊€..]

I like your poem keep writing .😊

[Alexandra W]

Thank you!

[Onlyme]

I started to read this and first few words. I thought oh this is going to be sweet, what a shocker this was dark, deep, dramatic and epic. Like a journey into a troubled mind. I do hope you are okay.