The Tale of the Painter.Once, there was a child...The Tale of the Painter. by Shaku-the-Vendialor
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? She did not know. They all meant so much to her.
What about all of them?
She had made up her mind! She would put all her thoughts and ideas into this painting! It would be a painting so vibrant, detailed, and complex that it would be a world all unto it's self! She took up her favorite brush. A brush which she had crafted her self. A brush that held a part
A Picture of You and Some GlueBump, bump, bump, CRACK!A Picture of You and Some Glue by Shaku-the-Vendialor
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 you from the pain.
the muddy torn up pair of pants,
the result of a playful shove,
the memory of your shining smile
and the warmth of your undying love.
then my heart sputters and coughs back to life,
And the clouds yield to the sun up above,
And in its light, I then realize,
all my heart needs to work is your love...