Description: This piece came to me from a mix of an english report where we were studing different forms of art and lots of alone time where i was thinking how my life could be.
Journey Through A Painted Canvas -------------------------------------------
What would my life be like
If it were painted on a canvas?
With colors of orange, red, and blue
So many emotions—
So many different adventures I could take.
I could travel up with a narrow line.
The journey might be tight
A squeeze on my morals—
Erecting all self-doubt.
Yet when I reach the top
In the midst of purple and red—
I will know the long haul was worth it—
Life is full of love and majesty.
Yet from the top I could slip and fall
Down a wide black gash.
All my dreams are shattered
My life in broken harmonies.
I would live in this blackness—
Never reaching a way out—
I will have become color blind.
Just when all hope is lost
Yellow pours in all around me.
Freeing me from the eternal gloom
That lives inside the dark.
Jubilation and happiness have finally found me—
Not in purple—With all its majesty
Not in red—Did it fill my heart with love?
Definitely not in black—Though in the darkness
I have found the light.
True happiness is found in yellow
Knowing that life is not about
Love or majesty—
But rather the long journey of swirls and dashes
That life used to put you there
Were life painted on canvas left to dry; all our misadventures, success, failures, joys, goals reached would be forever set in dried oils. If our lives were being painted; the artist's hand could cover the mistakes, errors with a colorful replacement - grand. Would we grow without errors, blunders. Enjoyed your talent. Thnx.
copy this poem and put it in a time capsule. that is the only way to really see the ahead of your time genius it is. take it out when your maybe fifty.
don't change a thing, do not edit it, keep the original in its true form. big favorite of mine. a painting with words sculpting your path with words. careful great minds start thinking this deep at a young age. lunacy cant be far behind, as in most great artist and thinkers tend to be seen as very different or crazy. you are in for the ride of your life
Quite a composition of wisdom from one so young. Your starting words are my favorite,"What would my life be like if I were painted on a canvass." Your digression of thought is marvellous. Then you take me,the reader, through all those ups and downs and sidewards glances into the reality of the poem "Knowing that life is- long journey of swirls and dashes." Keep up your finery of thought.