Blank Canvas

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  No Houses
For big post number 50, I decided to reflect.

Submitted: February 26, 2016

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I’m sitting here in front of my laptop,

Staring at an untouched pure white page.

Like a glass, I can fill it to the brim, there’s no need to stop,

Nothing will ever happen, unless I break from this mental cage.

 

No need to restrict myself with these imaginary chains,

I’m not a slave, I’m a free man and I can do what I feel like.

Every single word is written from the blood that flows through my veins,

Cold and calculated, I take aim at your heart before I strike.

 

Cause I’ve got a blank canvas in front of me,

Just waiting for me to imprint on it forever, like a tattoo.

They all know that I scream as loud as a banshee,

And pour my heart out about wanting all my gray skies to turn blue.

 

I open up my chest to let you all see my broken glass heart,

And I entrust you all to be gentle when you touch it.

I’m picking up the pieces and making them into art,

While you all watch it live, It’s really fucking hard, I’ll admit.

 

I spill my emotions on this blank page,

And that’s why every verse is in technicolor.

I don’t like to feel vulnerable and weak,

And sometimes it’s hard to say how I really feel.

 

But I’ve got a blank canvas in front of me,

That’s waiting for me to imprint on it forever, like a tattoo.

They all know that I scream as loud as a banshee,

And pour my heart out about wanting all my gray skies to turn blue.

 

I have to be able to find the right words,

Because I’ve got a job to do here.

All I want to do is help people get through shit,

So when you see this, know you’re not alone.

 

I understand just how it feels to be fucked up,

And I can relate to more shit  than you might think.

We’ve all got problems, some small and some big,

But each one of them is valid and needs to be addressed.

 

I can help, I swear, if you just let me.

But I know that’s not the easiest thing to do,

Just close your eyes and listen to me speak,

Open up your mind and your heart to me.

 

Cause I’ve got a blank canvas in front of me,

Just waiting for me to imprint on it forever, like a tattoo.

They all know that I scream as loud as a banshee,

And pour my heart out about wanting all my gray skies to turn blue.

 

I just want to be good enough for everyone,

I’m scared to death of falling flat on my face.

And just when you think I’m done, I’ve only begun,

My voice will fill up all the available airspace.

 

I’m not number one, but yet I’m second to none.

I haven’t seen anyone do anything the same way as me.

Slow and steady wins the race, I’m in here for the long run,

And I’ll always come back whenever I sail off to sea.

 

Always had quite the imagination as a kid,

And I held on to it desperately as I grew older.

My heart at this point is definitely colder,

I may one day lose it all, God forbid.

 

I build all my ships from daydreams,

Like a conquistador, I explore unknown imaginary places.

And along the way I’ve seen so many new faces,

I try to bring back everything I can, by any means.

 

I’ve got a blank canvas in front of me,

Waiting for me to imprint on it forever, like a tattoo.

They all know that I scream as loud as a banshee,

And pour my heart out about wanting all my gray skies to turn blue.

 

I still flip flop between technicolor and monochrome,

It’s a struggle everyday to keep hope alive.

But everyone out there who feels this, open your ears,

Give me your undivided attention for a few minutes.

 

You’re not nothing, you’re worth everything.

You’re not all alone, cause I feel the same way.

We’re united in sadness, so let’s stand together,

And weather the storm and make it to a new dawn.

 

Cause I know that there’s a lot of you out there,

People just like me, who I wanna help survive.

All of us mean something to someone,

Even if it’s someone you don’t know yet.

 

I can love and appreciate all of you here,

Just by vibing with me and feeling what I do,

Make me feel less alone at night,

I have to do the same, it’s my job.

It’s my purpose.

It’s what I was put on this earth to do.

 

United in sadness, let me be our collective voice,

Everyone put your hands up and rejoice.

We’ve got a blank canvas in front of us.

We’ll make a mural, participation is a must.

We’ll leave permanent imprints on the world, like a tattoo,

I swear I’ll make all our gray skies turn blue.


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