Post by motega on Mar 4, 2014 12:36:27 GMT -5
Hello, its been awhile that I have been on a site like this. personally just needed a place to post and to write and see others work really.
So It has been awhile since I wrote something, I do hope you enjoy it.
Canvas:
Feel the shaking of the ground because once the foundation i thought so strong has been shattered to the ground. Each fragment a memory of hopes and dreams its fragment that is now no longer complete. Life is built by hopes of others they say, life is exactly how we make it. To me they are all lies because once i thought i had this great canvas of hopes and dreams but that does not make it indestructible, to some it gives them a reason to damage it to put there own writings over it. These dreams were once great, they were even once empowering to the degree motivational. This canvas was meant for two and i hoped to make more perhaps one and or even two, but this was only a wish and i ran out of candles to light. In this very moment i lost all direction of what should be right, and i lost my answered prayer over a distraction of pleasure that should have been for the painter to give, but my brushes have been stolen just like my sense of direction. this canvas has been tainted by another painters design this canvas of beauty of blue and green once loved by brown and pink just tainted by something as demising as pleasure of another painters brush. This canvas i cant say is my own, these colour are all off for my eyes i cant see beauty through my pain, cant see hope in this canvas no more just blame i don't want to feel this pain. This all too familiar pain i just started on this new canvas i just found the right colours i wanted to protect it make it expand to a new kind of visual pleasure to have people look at it and say this painter did amazing job he must of had wonderful dreams he must love his work but instead another one has taken it upon himself with no care of me, took my piece of art took a fragment of my soul, no one will know what creations i can make, no one will feel my hope because now i have no light and i feel i have no dreams the blue is gone and so are the green, my sight is dim and i cant see beyond the grey and i am just trying to suppress the feeling of welcoming the black, i don't want to feel the familiar pain. i don't want my sky to become black, no canvas can be beautiful in this darkness. Please don't think for once i don't love you my dearest of all canvas i loved the way the sun showed me a bright landscape and in return i drew it a reflection of you, that is why it hurts me so much to know you were stolen along with my brushes the hardest part of it all is you knew who's hands you were going to be received in, I feel your colours are fading because of the rain drops hitting you while i have this hurricane going through with objects that were once familiar but now foreign and i don't know what to do. what happen to our landscape people will ask, and because your concerned of your image you made me promise not to answer the one's who i feel are concerned who care with the darkest of greys and the darkest of blacks i have to say to them i cant answer what you have asked. no more candles to light and no more hope the motivate myself to continue to fight no dreams will be the same because i lost my most precious of all things in this world and to come i am broken because i have lost that canvas. Its true love is blind especially now when the little light is fading the grey is taking over and i feel the shade eliminating that pure light i once had i cant fight what i cant see and this darkness surrounds me so much for peace. because right now all i feel is misery. The canvas has no more colour just greys of regret but i have it worse my pain in my chest is back.