Spring
A tormentWarm up to
Fruits of thorn
So slow
It mimicks a starvation
You cannot see this time there are no thorns to cut you up from inside
You watch the sunshine with scorn
And thank the rain for washing away
Any presumed blood stains
Only tar glistening in the gold
Like a saturated leech
Only green the color of disease
Only happiness more painful than grief
Only spring tainted with wishful escapes into nothingness
Only a memory now daring to escape
And fall through any door
Bleed in every angle
The darkest nights promise the brightest dawns
And when the darkest nights forget to fade
Sunshine grins at you like a warning
Where is the dark, the gloom, the paradise?
Where is the quiet corner to escape the world?
To escape the smiling hand that bites?
To escape the loving warmth, so deep and warm and relentless
Into an arctic cold of quiet rationale
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I wanted to paint a dark picture of spring since they're usually these bright, glowing images of hope. And, personally, I find spring and summer to be the saddest seasons. So, I wanted to create an image that aligns with my melancholy.Apr 20, 2025
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Comments
Well, spring is treacherous and chaotic. Oftentimes it's skipped in favor of scorching temperatures later on. The blood red sky and windy brush strokes are indicators of this despite the bright, pleasant landscape below.
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