i wanted to paint a picture
firmly in your mind
a myriad of broken pieces
to put together and find
i wanted to paint a picture
with words instead of lines
punctuation in lieu of colours
literary gradients and signs
i wanted to paint a picture
and let it run around in your head
i want you to see this part of me
and to leave all else unsaid
i wanted to paint a picture
with colours that never tire
something so vivid, so lit, so true
to set your imagination on fire
i wanted to paint a picture
so you could see what i see
so that then you can remember
this little piece of me
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Thirty (one) and Neither Flirty nor Thriving.
I'm thirty-one and orbiting the same few mistakes like they're landmarks. London is already awake before I am (or before I've slept) - sirens somewhere far enough to ignore, buses sighing at stops, people moving with purpose I can't quite borrow. I lie there for a bit, tasting last night at the back of my throat, trying to remember if I meant to drink that much or if it just...happened again.
By Stacey Vella2 days ago in Psyche
Comments (5)
This is fantastic!!
Whoaaa, this was so beautiful!
Colorful, but that bouncy broken lilt. Well said.
Brenton, you have painted a picture in many a mind with your words. Keep it up. 🤙🏻
This is just beautiful! I loved the way you ended it.