Faded pigments of color,
Spilled water all over,
Torn paper
Disaster!
Gone the dedication and obsession,
The oil that run through my veins,
My motivation
Lubricating and painting
The paint that textured my vision.
Once beautiful
My world’s now an acrylic illustration
Losing color
A child’s play with crayons
Image pixelation.
Eyes closed, heart open
Shading red, blue, green
And everything in between
A familiar face emerges
Strained and refined
Long ebony hair
Pastel pale skin
Tinted gray lips
Highlights over the eyes
Dark brown with a sparkle of life.
Mixed artistic expressions,
Misplaced intentions
Black and white
Ink and graphite
A coal creation
Charcoal manipulation.
The portrait emerges,
Independent in thought and mind
It lives
No more shades
No more binds
For once it stands out
Face bright
Beyond the frame and glass
Looking torwards the light
She speaks out.
“Why” as tears roll out.
Her first words are shocking,
All my blindfolds fall
Transfixed and confused
My heart gives way.
Why doesn’t she smile?
Why does Mona Lisa cry?
Cry Lisa, Why?
Started by oxytim, Oct 15 2009 10:37 AM
6 replies to this topic
#1
Posted 15 October 2009 - 10:37 AM
#2
Posted 19 October 2009 - 02:39 PM
this is the dopest poem in this forum this month.
Mods, can we find ways to honor such? This piece is brilliant.
Daym, Oxytim. ur imagery is VIVID
Mods, can we find ways to honor such? This piece is brilliant.
Daym, Oxytim. ur imagery is VIVID
#3
Posted 28 October 2009 - 04:13 PM
ey!!!!
AHH Afro s=Standing Ovation!
...OxyTim...i have no words for you dude...
AHH Afro s=Standing Ovation!
...OxyTim...i have no words for you dude...
I am:
A constant energy,
An ever-changing entity ,
Like the wind blowing
I remain free flowing,
on a journey of self discovery,
myself i hope to find...
"as my ciper keeps rolling like a rolling stone"
http://eizzypoetry.blogspot.com
A constant energy,
An ever-changing entity ,
Like the wind blowing
I remain free flowing,
on a journey of self discovery,
myself i hope to find...
"as my ciper keeps rolling like a rolling stone"
http://eizzypoetry.blogspot.com
#4
Posted 30 October 2009 - 12:15 PM
dammmmmnnnnnnnnn!
whew!
whew!!....
whew!
whew!!....
why do we sleep in reality and pray for our dreams to come through?
#5
Posted 01 November 2009 - 10:35 PM
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!!
*standing ovation* for real for real!!!!
*standing ovation* for real for real!!!!
This time, love doesn't hurt, nor is is complicated
Find me on facebook, soraya deb
Find me on facebook, soraya deb
#6
Posted 07 November 2009 - 12:44 PM
Nuff said... sick sick sick imagery...u play wit poetry n' paint it like a picture.
I'm loving this write, its one of my favorites recently.
Peace.
I'm loving this write, its one of my favorites recently.
Peace.
Fuck wit' me n' I'ma break u' skull, expose u' brains to reality/
jus' to make u' think outside that box u' call a head/
* I don't only think ahead, but ma' thoughts surpass those of a single head * |Couzifer|
jus' to make u' think outside that box u' call a head/
* I don't only think ahead, but ma' thoughts surpass those of a single head * |Couzifer|
#7
Posted 12 January 2010 - 12:37 PM
damn!i ovate
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