The Tale of the Painter. by Shaku-the-Vendialor, literature
Literature
The Tale of the Painter.
Once, there was a child...
This child was as simple of mind as any other. She was not biased by experience. She was not burdened by worry or care. She had only a blank canvas, and some paint.
She tried many things. Many ideas flowed through her mind as to how to put paint to canvas. Yet, be it flicking, splattering, daubbing or stroking, none of her efforts yielded what she hoped for. Shapeless blotches were not enough. They held no meaning.
What did she want? What was she trying to create? She had never thought about it. Should it be happy? Sad? Comforting? Frightening? Did she want something peaceful? Or was chaos a better choice? Sh
A Picture of You and Some Glue by Shaku-the-Vendialor, literature
Literature
A Picture of You and Some Glue
Bump, bump, bump, CRACK!
The sound of a breaking heart.
Crying, I call out for you,
I fear we'll forever be apart.
The shards fall to the bottom,
I gather them up again,
Trying to put them together,
I can't focus for the pain.
I finally fit them together,
But it doesn't beat quite right,
I search for missing pieces,
through darknes worse than night
I look on the floor, the walls, and shelf,
I see a picture of you and some glue,
I think for a moment then finally decide,
"Why not add a memory or two?"
I take the time we spent the day
rescuing ants from drowning in the rain,
The day you fell and hurt your knee,
and I comforted
The Tale of the Painter. by Shaku-the-Vendialor, literature
Literature
The Tale of the Painter.
Once, there was a child...
This child was as simple of mind as any other. She was not biased by experience. She was not burdened by worry or care. She had only a blank canvas, and some paint.
She tried many things. Many ideas flowed through her mind as to how to put paint to canvas. Yet, be it flicking, splattering, daubbing or stroking, none of her efforts yielded what she hoped for. Shapeless blotches were not enough. They held no meaning.
What did she want? What was she trying to create? She had never thought about it. Should it be happy? Sad? Comforting? Frightening? Did she want something peaceful? Or was chaos a better choice? Sh
A Picture of You and Some Glue by Shaku-the-Vendialor, literature
Literature
A Picture of You and Some Glue
Bump, bump, bump, CRACK!
The sound of a breaking heart.
Crying, I call out for you,
I fear we'll forever be apart.
The shards fall to the bottom,
I gather them up again,
Trying to put them together,
I can't focus for the pain.
I finally fit them together,
But it doesn't beat quite right,
I search for missing pieces,
through darknes worse than night
I look on the floor, the walls, and shelf,
I see a picture of you and some glue,
I think for a moment then finally decide,
"Why not add a memory or two?"
I take the time we spent the day
rescuing ants from drowning in the rain,
The day you fell and hurt your knee,
and I comforted
Very thought inducing for me as well. I'm glad that it was productive for both of us. I'll continue learning, and I wish for your success in doing the same. Thanks again, it's rare that I have someone that will hear me out and participate in a real discussion, or is intelligent enough to do so. Farewell.
Poor fliff. I suppose it wouldn't have been a bad idea to move that discussion >///>