A Painting's DemiseShe stands before a museum
Empty and dark as if night.
She thinks to herself,
“If only this place had light.”
She strolls down the corridors
passing by her father’s art
She gazes upon a painting
and feels no remorse in her heart.
She is excited and anxious
to walk about
Until she sees the words on the wall
that says she cannot get out.
She hears some dripping
And some footsteps coming near
The poor girl’s pulse beat quicker
as her pretty blue eyes dilated in fear.
“Why are you doing this to me?!”
She screams out loud.
“Why can’t I be like them?
Why am I not allowed?!”
The words bleed blue
and chills her to the bone.
“Please don’t leave me,” it said.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
you’re scaring me
She thought, backing away.
I wish you were here to save me…
I don’t want to stay.
The museum grows dimmer
She frantically attempts and tries
In a last moment to f
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There was a time when Daddy was smiling
As he created me into his world of art
The strokes along made along the canvas
Slowly took an image
An image of a young girl
Who smiled at him
Golden hair that shimmer brightly
With a green dress with a lil blue ruffle
But at the end
Daddy was at the other side
Slowly perishing in reality
Breaths escaping his body
I placed my hand
Upon the other side of the canvas
Wanting to yell out to him
"Don't leave me, Daddy!"
As tears run down her cheeks
And her hands were against the invisible wall
The darkness hovers over the canvas
She wanted to hold his hand
Smile with him
And live with everyone
But with the mysterious world she's in
She cannot do a simple thing
Day after day
She would sit by her frame
Drawing things on paper
With crayons and some leftover paint
"I wish someone would come.."
She silently repeats to herself
"I want friends.. a family.."
She continues to scribble pictures
Of her and her father
With smiles and flow
The Painting's Weeping [the lost one's weeping IB]The Painting's WeepingThe Painting's Weeping [the lost one's weeping IB]2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A dagger made of nothing but his distrust
Burned my veins and turned my heart to dust
Weak friendship splatters, spurts onto the wall
Even my palette knife is a deadly weapon now
I am fiction
Blue is the color
I mostly adore
But that doesn't mean that red is what I hate
If I'm worrying about what that means
I feel my future will end up badly
This fake rose
For real now
I tricked them
The trust me
This life I will never live
I think why am I thinking
just sometimes - no always
that I'm so lonely
that I am crying?
Can you read the hint written on the wall today?
Can you read what's in that kid's imagination maybe?
I'm wondering who just turned my heart into grey
Who did that to me? Who did that to me!?
Can you even solve the question on this door - oh, not yet?
Can you even stop the rope hanging him by his neck?
Can I stay sane If I remain the same?
Hey, just tell me how
It's not like I care now
No matter how much time passes by
We're stuck in
Immortal TruthTorn between heartsImmortal Truth2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Difficult to find
What is in thought
to decipher human mind?
Show me the true meaning
Amidst the struggles and fears
Is it truly worth
to let out those tears?
“Why can’t you stop lying?!”
I shout and scream.
The truth is right there
when all seems to be a dream.
I was right here
When they started to dread.
If they don’t listen to me,
I might as well be dead.
the truth never dies.
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not...Mary had wonHe Loves Me, He Loves Me Not...3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Now that that's over with, we can play together forever!"
But he's so cold.
Ib shivered and bit her bottom lip.
She stood right in front of the stem of the once beautiful rose. The bluest rose she had ever seen the blue petals had lead her to this room and the rest had been scattered all about the area. Mary had won she had killed him.
She killed Garry.
Why do I keep telling myself he's sleeping ?
When the rose rots you too, will rot.
So Garry isn't sleeping.
Ib tried to hold back her tears as she slowly knelt down to pick up the empty stem. She rushed over to the little vase filled with water in the room, and she dropped it inside. But nothing was happening. Why wasn't anything happening?
"Please Garry " She whimpered, the tears streamed and stained her pale face. He had saved her life in exchange for his and now she was regretting it terribly.
Don't let his protection go