The Painter

There stood a painter, staring at the blank canvas in front.
He was in a state of being confused; not knowing what to do.
He tried to kiss his canvas with his brush but sadly;
It never reached it.

He grabbed his sketchbook and started to draw figures,
But all of them were crossed out later.
He used to be a good painter; and it fathoms him why he cannot paint an artwork now.
He shook his head while putting down his pen and started to sip his coffee.

Upon tasting the familiar caffeine on his tongue,
He suddenly grabbed his paintbrush and started to paint in different strokes.
He was so glued to painting,
That he cannot even let his eyes off the canvas.

After some hours,he putted down his brush.
He wiped his forehead, leaving some paint on it.
As he eyed the painting in front of him, a thought popped out in his mind.
Maybe the reason why it took him so long to paint is that he was not just going to paint an artwork, but a masterpiece.


My Star

Have you ever seen a mesmerizing star during the night?
A star, when in the dark, gives you light.
I too have my eye on a certain star here on Earth,
A star that is so unblemished; that I consider him as a work of art.

He glows wherever he goes, giving me hope in everything.
He is the kind of star that you would never get tired of admiring.
I have always desired to hold out to him, but I am afraid.
For maybe once that I reach him, I will find out that his love for me has always been dead.