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.
![](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/316480447-288-k402950.jpg)
YOU ARE READING
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...