Colors of My Brain






I’m coloring my brain,
I’ve taken it out  from my skull
It’s hung in front of me like a canvas
And I’m just adding colors 
That I think are befitting. 
I color the speech region verdant green,
The memory part should be purple 
dark and brooding. 
The emotions are watery blue
Infantile and undeveloped.
The logic is steel gray hard and unwavering,
The creative right side is like a broken mirror
Shattered in a thousand pieces .
The sympathy part is raw blood color.
This painting is crazy,
It’s crazy like my brain,
Like my mind,
Like me.


  • September 19, 2019

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