The Artist

July 9, 2011
By KrisLevin GOLD, Galloway, New Jersey
KrisLevin GOLD, Galloway, New Jersey
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Gleaming silver glided across the softly pigmented,
Impressionable surface,
Leaving an aperture not unlike the opening of a blossoming flower.
A deluge of blush burgundy left in its wake.

The aromatically ambrosial artist
Peregrinated down the faintly lit back alleys,
The cobbled road was grimy and dirty.
He serenaded the cootie John and Jane Q. Taxpayers
With his beautiful music:
An orchestra of terror.

He swung through the air,
His arm an arch of malevolent motion,
The blade a gleam of finely tuned,
Man-controlled
Lightning.

Fragranced chrysanthemum petals fall in his wake.

This hand held world destroyer,
To some a tool,
To some a weapon,
But to him it was a
Paintbrush.

Though this was no ordinary paint brush,
It limited the Artist
To painting only beautiful,
Delicate
Roses.

The artist glided his paintbrush through the air,
He moved it,
He stabbed it,
Creating a water work painting of a breath taking field.

Honeysuckles discarded as weeds.

Sometimes he made them pretty,
Sometimes he didn’t.
But always,
He made them a work of art.

A single iris left
By the rapidly applauding audience inside his head.

Painting her a Glasgow smile,
Sliding the knife in her mouth,
The terror in her eyes,
The pleading when he made the stroke of his
Tool.

For him he made a decorative statement.
A splash of his knife into the sternum,
Roses erupt.
He pulled swiftly down.
Letting everything
S
p
i
l
l

The rose petals flow.

She had the most gorgeous eyes,
Simply breathtaking opalescent pools of silver.
He wanted the whole world to see them,
So he removed the
Lids.

He left hibiscuses placed in a wreath around her neck.

The belladonna blooms,
Forget me not.


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on Jul. 13 2011 at 10:57 am
WritingGirlKyla14 PLATINUM, West Valley, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
10.
I am a princess, all girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty or smart or young. They're still princesses, all of us." -Frances Hodgeson Burnett, A Little Princess
or
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Live in the present, remember the past and fear not the future, for it doesn't exist and never shall. There is only now." _Christopher Paolini, Eldest

I understood it but it is really macabre. Where'd you get an idea for such a gruesome poem?! It was well written and made fearful but also interested. Good work.

~K  : )


on Jul. 13 2011 at 12:58 am
NinjaGirl BRONZE, Valley City, North Dakota
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Favorite Quote:
The only thing holding us back in life is our desire to stay where we are and not venture further.
~Some random person on the Internet :P

I didn't really understand where it was going at times, but it was still great. Check out my work?


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