Pastel touches canvas,
giving light to shaded background.
I'm coloring myself unwanted.
Memory coughs down another lecture of perspective
and I'm ignoring it, blending grays away until
I explode; whispering bright patterns against the dull.
I live my pretend life in pretend beauty,
crying with angels,
dancing with spirits,
kissing pretty boys on their pretty mouths;
happily forever after into a sunset I painted lemonade.
My reds bleed to wistful pink mists,
my forest greens to neon envy.
If I painted reality it would be black and gray and
tears all over.
My mind is the turpentine to all my dreams
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Shawn Pence
4 months ago
1 comments:
Jesse, I appreciate the comments, I really do.
I also appreciate that you are following me. You can see that you are following me--there's a little square on the front page of my blog that links back to your blog.
And, incidentally, every time you comment your blogspot user name also links back to your blog.
So dropping a link to your blog in your comment? Bit much and spammy.
Might want to keep that in mind. Most bloggers aren't real hip in having other bloggers using their journals as a means to advertise your own blog.
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