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Realize March 25, 2007

When will you be able

To realize that

The world was our canvas?
Painted with a hue of colors,

The artist vividly decorates

His canvas with an image.

An image of the world.

Envisioning the future,

The artist paints
Relics of the world.

Adjourned with a goal,

The artist begins to paint

The final portrait.

Realizing the errors

Of his ways,

He sits aside the canvas.

Replacing it with another,

Painting the future,

The artist realizes

The world through

His depiction of reality

And the conflicts

Plaguing the world.

Realizing that the canvas

Was more than just a portrait,

He continues to paint

The world with

Premonitions of the future.

Satisified, the artist

Realizes that the canvas

He set aside

Was that of his lost love.

Departing from that realization,

He continues to paint the world.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Poem I wrote back on March 25, 2007. It's simple about an artist realizing he is still in love with "the one that got away".

I wonder what my parents think

Heart shaped lips, a shade of pink

I wonder what my parents think

Their only daughter fell in love

There is no doubt to speak of


Dark brown hair, engaging eyes

There is no way to disguise

The love she has for the other

The eyes that make her heart flutter


Eyes that pier into the soul

The reason that she lost control

Hair that cascades in a wave

Bringing feelings she can't evade


She resists to no avail

Could this be a fairytale?

Am I the princess or the witch?

Maybe I am just the bitch


Tears fill eyes

As one girls cries

confused by feelings she cannot fight

It's only time before they come to light


Because they can never speak

The future for them is surely bleak

They never see eye-to-eye

Making her wonder, why try?


She grew fond of engaging eyes

It grew hard to wear a disguise

She'd never felt this way before

But her heart and her head were at constant war


But I guess we'll never know


You can't wrap this up with a bow

It's an ongoing fight within one's heart

One you'll never fight, if you're smart

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem about love and overall sexual confusion. This is a poem I wrote two years ago. It's gone several rewrites over the years and I can't say I'm happy with it, but I feel it's one of my best as of yet. The words in italics are the thoughts of our heroine of sorts so be on the lookout for that. Other than that, please enjoy! Constructive criticism is welcome, as it always is.