Dreams

When I came into the world,

my canvas was blank.

As all canvas' start,

ready to be painted.

There were a lot of colors to choose from,

a lot of colors I liked. 

At first the colors were bright,

whenever I made a new friend.

Colors of Yellow, and Blue,

my favorites.

They were some others favorites too,

and it was nice.

As I grew older however,

the colors became more dark.

Reds and blacks, 

but I still found them beautiful.

My canvas started to get crowded,

eventually..... 

My canvas was ripped,

by others who didn't like it.

Tears and bloody tears,

covering the once beautiful pages.

Life isn't as it seems,

that's why we know.

It's such a mess.

Author's Note

This was kind of a weird poem, it was more of a story in short sentence form but oh well. Dream by imagine dragons inspired this "It's not what you painted in your head, There's so much instead of all the colors I saw. We all are living in a dream, but life ain't what it seems so everything is a mess"

Reviews

[B]

I guess We paint
our life
everyday
But i do believe in preserving our rights to protect our paintings

So many people will try to destroy our work
But we should shield our life from any destructive person

A very beautiful write
You took my thoughts on this journey

We paint :)

[Riv]

This was the sweetest thing ever xD Thank you ^w^

[B]

A pleasure :)

[Masuma Mirza]

It is beautiful how you have presented a thought, awesome work

[alf]

Hi Limno. What a great write!! I was really taken with this and so love to see more of this type!!! Funny, isn't it, that colours tell us so much about ourselves!!! And when we get down to it, the world IS in a mess!!! Great write and a truly great read!! alf

[Amber Lily]

A lot of poems themselves are short stories so no worries there :) There is so much truth behind this, as a kid my colors too were bright, but like you said as time flows it becomes dark. Even if the haters come and rip your life apart, there's always glue and tape. And then instead of a painting, you have a collage!
A pretty poem :)

[Pushkar Prabhat]

intriguing.....creative......thoughtful..........
beautifully written......
i loved it!!!
:)

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with the logic.
"As I grew older however,
the colors became more dark.
Reds and blacks,
but I still found them beautiful.
My canvas started to get crowded,
eventually..... "
With age. View of life changes. Adult eyes lose it joy and laughter. Sort of sad. If we are lucky. We find other reasons to find joy and happiness. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Chirag Kumar]

The imagery is absolutely amazing. Comparison of our life with a canvas. Nice description and great work :)

[Wasekera S Chiphazi Ban..]

so True that life isn't always as it seems... I.liked the style much. Thanks for sharing

[Masuma Mirza]

Its just beautiful, in spite of having an element of conflict it brings peace to the reader

[Arline]

Very nicely done :) It got me thinking about who can contribute to my painting or would ruin it. Good Job!