painted walls

I tried to paint my walls
With fingers dipped
In different colors,
In different strokes.
But the walls still remained
A blank canvass
A blinding white.
And I ask myself
Do the colors fade?
Or is it the fault of my eyes?
And somehow I wished
The latter was true,
Even unbeknownst to me,
The color remains.

-MMC


My life in a nutshell.
Too sad, isnt it?

Ill try to write a poem a day (drafts on my phone), making yet another 365 project, which is a bit weird that I started out late. Anyway, I am, at the moment, inspired to write amateur poetry since I subscribed to anj_writings. She's good, really.

freestyle

My ears take the sounds

Of those joys and laughter,

Secrets and affairs,

Cries and pleas

And I wonder:

Have they heard them all?

When my mind drifts off

To another dimension

Where I imagine

I was the protagonist

Of another's story

And,

Where I shine the brightest

Among the infinite stars.

-MMC.

My first try of poetry after high school. Huh. I was yet again the listener.