Now my blood is churning like
breaker waves of my old shore
my head and heart, hands even
arms urging me to paint, this
feelings rushing personality,
changing colours with thought
from mixing greens with blues
I have changed in your moment
the centre of my life capsize
throw me out and fill me with
self hate, regret desperation
all I know now is to run away
hide wherever I can...
excuse random draft:
let the whisper run
down your spine no
reason to shiver

Comments
Kahdai | November 10, 2010 - 22:06
drafting...
skinner_jennifer | November 11, 2010 - 09:54
Hi Kahdai,
I love how you use your imagination to change
colours. My favourite lines are, Now my blood is
churning like breaker waves of my old shore and
feelings rushing personality, changing colours with
thought. Brilliant.
Jenny. x
shoe | November 11, 2010 - 10:52
Beautiful imagery and very emotive, I love the lines Jenny has quoted too, don't change it too much, it's lovely already.
Kahdai | November 11, 2010 - 16:02
dont worry its not for changing, just had to stop writing it part way through :/ the colours change is not mood its actually the whole personality! Thankyous both for reading already though :) K xx
well-wisher | November 11, 2010 - 18:42
This is a great poem about being an poet/artist. I like the fact that its full of movement and energy which really conveys well, I think both, emmotion and struggle.
I agree with jenny about the first two lines
Now my blood is churning like
breaker waves of my old shore
I also like
the centre of my life capsize
throw me out and fill me with
self hate, regret desperation
Kahdai | November 11, 2010 - 18:57
thanks wellwisher :)