CanvasA Poem by A.M. Victoria (LostWritings)Encouragement, not an insult...When I draw
you, you’re never attractive When I draw
you, you always look dead A mannequin
figure with a sickly grey pallor And an oblong,
potato shaped head.
When I sketch
you, your hair is like toothpicks When I paint
you, your lips are like slugs Your ears are
like pancakes that fell from the pan And your acne
mimics ladybugs.
How I wish I
could show all my drawings to you So you know you
inhibit my thoughts But my art
would insult you and maybe you’d think I’ve set out to
rupture your heart.
My drawings
are sickening, I must admit I stipple like
I’m drawing blood I aim for the
vein but instead hit a nerve And that
can’t be very good.
In truth, you
embody perfection It’s my own
fault I can’t draw you so Disfigurement
and horror was never my goal And the sight
is taking its toll.
If only you
knew your reflection Recognized
that mirrors tell lies They try to
reflect you like I try to draw And their
failure makes you break down and cry.
Step away
from your canvas, my friend And I’ll lend
you my finest brush Paint onto
the world your fingerprints, and Add that
magical touch. © 2014 A.M. Victoria (LostWritings)Author's Note
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Added on January 3, 2014Last Updated on January 3, 2014 Tags: cavas, stipple, bad drawings, mirror, encouragement AuthorA.M. Victoria (LostWritings)AboutOnce, when I was 12, I wrote a 365 page book. Then, it corrupted. So I rewrote it, and now it's even better than before. Some of my interests are archery, fencing, and the Civil Air Patrol. I als.. more..Writing
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