melissa Options

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this is the introductory poem i had to write for english a few months ago. i reeally like this poem. (red is to help you understand it better. just a general understanding of what i'm talking about. (edit) KK fine i took out the red=])

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Painting my Picture
-Melissa

Let me paint you a picture
Lets call it my life
We’ll start black dirt
For the anger and strife
Fights with myself
My family, my home
Fights in my head
Whenever I’m alone
For the anger I felt
When I was torn away
From the people I loved
When I was thrown astray

Next, we’ll paint green
For the grass that has grown
That represents new life
That I wouldn’t have known
If I’ve never been torn
From the place of my birth
From the home in my heart
And to me, my whole earth
It started a seedling
Then out came a stem
Grew leaves of green
As I found myself within

On top of the stems
Come many great flowers
For the many great blessings
Upon which I’ve been showered
The pinks and the yellows
Both light-hearted colors
Stand for the people
Who’ve made my life fuller
These people have shaped me
From when I was raw wood
They’ve molded me beautiful
They’ve made me feel good

On comes the cool blue
The refreshing water
Which all the flowers
Need to grow taller
The blue is like music
My greatest love
One of the gifts
Given to me from above
The water, my fingers
It flows endlessly
Like my hands on the piano
They’re beautiful to me

So white are the clouds
In my beautiful picture
They stand for my God
And this great architecture
What other great artist
Could build a life like mine?
No other than my Lord
And I love this life just fine
He’s my Savior and Father
The greatest of Kings
He’s the author of my life book
And all the amazing things

From the clouds come the rain
That’s silver, not gray
Because the rain likes to dance
And to move around and spray
It’s so much like me
And my liveliness
It sprints and it twirls
And it feels loveliness
Some call it hyper
Some call it life
I move around quickly
I like to think light

My painting is finished
But we can’t let it dry
For my life is not over
We’ll just set this aside
For the moments to come
And the life I’ll live by
For the good times to wait for
And new goals and new tries
For now, we’ll just leave it
Just where it is
The art is not over it
But now, this poem is.