<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491395" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Now You Begin To See The Colors Of My Painting In Words</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">sadness is painted in some words<br>that go like a monologue<br>stuttering at times like one grasping<br>for breath and yet <br>still wanting to say more, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you know at first glance<br>seeing some syllables<br>about what i feel.......today, the anger that gropes<br>for words</div><div style="margin:10px 0">explosives and <br>screaming soul while the storms rage on the corner<br>of the shores</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then you ask, needlessly, the words speak for themselves<br>how is it here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they picture my jagged jaw, my eyes that shout<br>and curse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes i am surprised with the way my senses<br>are born <br>remembering the first cry, the first slap</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how it was<br>for a mother to see my first encounter with reality<br>how it was</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that i have succeeded to simply forget</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the colors of the poems i have written last night<br>screaming red turning to patient blue<br>and then silent green</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then that feeling of having control<br>with the purples feeling noble<br>and the orange still <br>promising to live for another day</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491395" data-title="Now You Begin To See The Colors Of My Painting In Words de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="sadness is painted in some words that go like a monologue stuttering at times like one grasping for breath and yet still wanting to say more, you know at first glance seeing some syllables about what i feel.......today, the anger that gropes fo..."></div> </div> </div>

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