My place to escape

My Place To Escape There is a place where i escape everyday. I meet there strange creatures. I depict them by myself. They are made of ashes, of rust I find out. Mixing them with sparkles of feelings

There is a place where i escape everyday.
I meet there strange creatures.
I depict them by myself.
They are made of ashes, of rust I find out.
Mixing them with sparkles of feelings.
I add drops of essential formula of visual chaos.
It is made of shapes, angles, compounds and sounds.
Everything caught inside my head,
They change every day.
They wear different colors, fabrics and shapes
Sometimes their speed overcomes me.
All i can do is let go!
As their play drags me.
Never knowing what will be next?

Reviews

[Twilight]

One's imagination can be such an escape, for sure. Particularly, during times; when your mind is ailing from what worries you.

Indeed, you seem to embrace a chaos of changing images, colours, fabrics; and shapes to help give slight cheer to your struggling mind.

Despite starting with mere ashes and rust, you have brought this chaotic rich tapestry to mind; reminding me of a beautiful firey phoenix - rising from the ashes.

[a_methyste]

Creating is the magic I want forever in my life.

[Twilight]

I see. With people like ourselves, it happens naturally with our words. Whilst others are creative in alternative ways, writing music, painting and so on.

[a_methyste]

Yes for sure.

[robert harris jr]

very nice poem has a very nice texture and beat almost like dajavue feeling
as if time was standing still as i read it the moment that secound just holding me hostage
that feeling the place in time

[a_methyste]

Thank you for taking time and reading it and thank you for the kind words.