Broken Colors
Location
To feel the freedom of the brush
Against the flowing canvas,
To watch the color mix and twist
Full of overflowing vision
To create and make a piece of art
Made with expression and feeling
Ever releasing all the tension
It's a euphoric feeling
My world is full of color and life
Full of this beautiful, entrancing meaning
Yet, even though it seems so bright
It can all be so deceiving.
Freedom is often just a lie,
Just like the smile to my eyes
I try to act like nothing's wrong,
When I really want to cry.
Despite my flowing, painter's brush,
Despite my bright façade,
Deep inside, very deep inside
Lonliness remains.
An artist and a happy friend,
Whose bright colors often bring joy
Is ever wandering, all alone
A sad and broken soul.
Yet here, I feel the true feeling
That feeling of real peace
To write my feelings out
To feel like somewhere, someone knows
The feeling of being alone
I know now I am not alone
I know now there is no deceiving
That freedom really isn't a lie
For freedom of speech has meaning
The meaning of color in words
The flow of lead on paper
It's like the feeling of joy, of jubilation
Of blank canvas to a painter
To know my words will be read and heard,
To know I can be known
It makes my life a little brighter
For poetry can never leave me alone.