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

[nazia]

This is a bit dark at the end but i loved the images you used. The vision of birth and then growing up with dreams and desires, some fulfilled, some not is interesting. Nice write :)

[sereenaoutloud]

Great metaphor use, Our colours are constantly changing with our moods, our age, our experience, our friends, our family...everything around us influences our colours but we can choose which ones we show off!!

Love this ! :)

[Jamestown]

Well penned!
I enjoyed this poem and the colorful imagery:)
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[dan]

Limno, The transition from the beginning, painted in celebratory colors to the end, in darkened colors is nicely dramatic. Please don't take offense, but I think you could have come up with a more dramatic end to the piece to match the dramatic flair shown within. This is a remarkable write that just seems to be missing something, like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Very nice. take care...dan

[Willard Wells]

Well the view that we each take as individuals is directly related to our canvas and what is put on it early in life. If the canvas has too many dark colors it can be hard to repair the rips in the canvas. But as humans we have the ability to forgive and paint over the old canvas with a new brush and a new picture. You wrote a very nice piece that expressed it self well. Thanks for sharing.

[Confuser]

Limno: I love it..Just a brilliant writing. It flows so peacefully and calm, the metaphors is very clever. The way you built it continuing with the colors evoked so many images. And I identified, as will other readers. Friends, love ones, society's dogma; so many things hurt and tear us piece by piece, and we must, learn to find ourselves somewhere in this mad world and be happy with who we are. There are too many exspectations, too many judgemental people; if you don't fit their mold, they turn away but the pain stays. Really a fantastic writing. Thank you so very much. Dale

[Pratik Mishra]

You used a good idea based on colors and canvas to make a wonderful poem. Keep it up. :)

[ANTO]

Our view of the world is reflected in our visible canvas to the world but rather than colours being replaced perhaps the colours are always the same but are dulled by life and can be rejuvenated/restored to by being in the right setting and with the right people in our life.
I liked the metaphor LimnoH and the whole poem.