The Perfect Art Room

by Chia-Like

A blank verse poem I wrote for my Freshman English class. I'm proud of it.

"The Perfect Art Room"

It smells like thick paper
(Paper, of course, has a special scent)
and old acrylic paint
and led pencils
The pencils scratch
On this thick paper
and eraser crumbs
Sprinkle to a paint-splattered floor
A multi-colored snow fall

This world seems built for a person
Like you see in the movies
Where they look like
They have substance
Just because
They've been given unmatching,
Bright-colored clothes
and messy houses
and a closet full of a thousand aprons
With splotches of
Red
Blue
Green
Yellow

And you think of this person
As you sit down on a paint-splattered chair
and rest your elbows
On a paint-splattered table
With that paint-splattered floor
At your feet

A blank sheet
From your own stack of thick paper
(With it's own unique smell, I might add)
Stares at you
With invisible eyes
And if these eyes
Weren't absent of a solid state
You would've poked them out
For staring at you so much

And in all the chaos
Of your "artist's block"
You break that pencil
You've been beating
On the paint-splattered table
But it's nothing Elmer's glue can't fix

Logan Whittington -12/12/06