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Forgotten Strokes

Member since 2004 · Posted 21 Dec 2004 · Edited 21 Dec 2004 · 2 comments

A canvas sits untouched, unveiled lonely and forgotten, memories fade. Careless strokes of grey wispy thoughts palette decorated nightmarish dreams; requiem conceived glowing through the tainted pasty lacerated sheet. Visions of evening dining, star lit sparkled eyes, manifested demons trying unworldly times. Tears over flowing, a puddle now forms the evening candles are lit, but no oneâs there to show.

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[7] Dovina 21-Dec-04/1:44 PM Reply

A bit over the top. A blank canvas sits untouched because it's blank; unveiled, but we see it. Tears overflowing from what? Palette decorated nightmarish dreams, and starlit eyes - outside then. Still a haunting vision.

[n/a] Beyond_Dreams › Dovina 21-Dec-04/1:52 PM Reply

I had to edit it about the blank canvas part. Other wise you have to look past the "canvas" part of the poem. It's about a person depressed trying to fit in "palette decorated" her makeup "nightmarish dreams" gothic
Her memories are of before with the evening dining and star lit sparkled eyes. That describes her old memories of joy. Manifested demons trying unworldly times.....nothing is going right. Her tears over flowing into the puddle sheâs all alone.....