A curve of cerulean slashes against the stark white of paper.
An eyelash sized curve of black expands into an explosion of stars.
The smooth scratch of the paint-pen in my hand,
yielding a pastel colored sword.
Rainbow hues splash against the page.
Bursts of soft amber.
Slashes of dark crimson.
Sparks of lightning-tinged electric blue.
All colliding in throbbing lines and whorls that ache against the page.
My hands are steel,
culling the markers in
my own creation.
Tiny stars.
A scattering of soft-ringed planets.
Hastily scribbled hearts.
All, forging a drawing out of the very depths of my consciousness.
Coming forth in multicolored whorls, paint-pens measure their soft scratching
and twirl across the page in an ancient dance.
I am the all powerful creator.
The puppeteer mastermind.
The rightful captain of a ship balancing on a froth of sea-blue waves.
I am all encompassing, forging art from the shadows.
OMy colors swerving in a path of my own design.
I yield my pastel colored swords, art flowing from my fingertips.
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Infinite Depths | a collection of poetry <33
Poetry"Though our depths be but infinite, we still drown within the edges of our skulls.' A sample of poetry from my officially published book! it's out now on Amazon <3 ☆ [Some of these poems touch on topics such as struggles with mental health and menti...
