Sketches

This one definitely was written during high school

The artist
Takes his brush
And brings to life
A bare, white
Canvas.
The colors dance
Across the board
And form the
Images in the
Eyes
Of the Painter.
And the deepest, most
Intimate
Thoughts and feelings
Of his soul.
The artist smiles
For
His painting
Reflects
The true person
Without saying one
Word.

I used to wish I was an artist
And could draw things exactly
As I see them.
But in a way I
Am an artist
For I write things
Exactly as I feel them.