P.X. Vexxus

I am plain, just ordinary

I am bland with no story

My paint is white on paper

No action, nothing matters


Afraid, I fear inaction

Powerless, no reaction

A prisoner in my mind without thought

Blank paper, transparent paint


Once more I try to write

Pushing forward, with all my might

I make change, and start to write

The paint is invisible, but shines bright

And the colors appear, in the night


The paper starts to form a picture

As I paint feelings on emotion

What I see, everything I do

All I’ve done is portrayed to you


My life was once blank

Without change, I couldn't paint

But now that colors can stain

I wake up with no pain


Looking on without expression

You never understood my depression

But the photographs capture failed emotion

And now the blank can be called an ocean

  • Author: P.X. Vexxus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 13th, 2017 00:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Blank [August 20, 2015] Describes a person who is able to break out of their "comfort zone" to change themselves for the better.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 28


  • Brycycle

    Great write 🙂

  • Augustus

    An ocean is quite a powerful change for the better.

  • The Invisible

    Wow this is amazing, nicely done. 🙂

  • P.H.Rose

    Very good poem
    Like this very much

  • P.X. Vexxus

    Thanks for the comments! I'm glad you all liked it!

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