Paint

Paint

A Poem by Urza's Severed Head

If these colors, I am to blend
then first my brush must I mend.
But to tremble do my fingers tend
and through the canvas paint has bled.
The purest white turns to red,
and when it dries, I am dead.

© 2025 Urza's Severed Head


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This one took quite an unexpected turn thinking it's just about the struggle of painting as an artist. You totally got me in the end! Btw lovely poem, l quite enjoyed reading it but i really wish it could have been longer. It looks incomplete but still great eitherway

Posted 8 Months Ago


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This one took quite an unexpected turn thinking it's just about the struggle of painting as an artist. You totally got me in the end! Btw lovely poem, l quite enjoyed reading it but i really wish it could have been longer. It looks incomplete but still great eitherway

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one took quite an unexpected turn thinking it's just about the struggle of painting as an artist. You totally got me in the end! Btw lovely poem, l quite enjoyed reading it but i really wish it could have been longer. It looks incomplete but still great eitherway

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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 Added on April 23, 2025
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Urza's Severed Head
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I'm a college student who has made the terrible mistake of choosing a STEM degree. As such, I am in desperate need of a creative outlet, lest I be driven to madness. My writing isn't very graphic, but.. more..