Painted Mess
A Poem by ELii
what happens when muses touch?
My thoughts so effortlessly flow
From this canvas of skin and bone.
Prolific emotions,
Colors from the pallette of my soul.
My guiding spirit so tenderly waiting
For my painted mess to drip on their skin.
Deep azure gazes,
Unlocking the shades from within.
© 2008 ELii
Author's Note
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This was called something else, changed it a bit, now I wuvs it. Just some heart felt words for my muse.
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I wuvs this, too! Honestly, the whole theme and how you display it is pure art! "Prolific emotions,
Colors from the pallette of my soul."...such beauty in your poem. You may want to change the title again to "Painted Masterpiece" hahaha. I read your profile and I understand where you get "Painted Mess." It's all good and love your art, especially the hand/heart drawing you did. Your art spills over from words to a beautiful creation in this poem. A favorite!
Posted 16 Years Ago
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Added on February 23, 2008
Last Updated on June 30, 2008
Author
ELiiChattanooga, TN
About
So today I bring something new to the table!
I am an ARTIST.
I breathe, eat and sleep art.
My path has always been somewhat full of mist.
A haze that I walked blindly in, searching for light... more..
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