Christian Hudak


Script - Poem by Christian Hudak

White walls, white walls
So dull and so simple
A vanilla painted canvas bleached before me
Surrounded by intense ashen matter
For everything is colorless, until i dream up a glow
I write shades and hues
I write tinge and value
Feelings take form, and I slather words upon
A snowy, virgin paper
For this, is my greatest pleasure


Comments about Script by Christian Hudak

  • Rookie - 81 Points Cheryl Butler (6/13/2014 5:34:00 PM)

    I looove it! it is the script for poetry it was a nice drunk poem! inspiring! classic! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (6/6/2014 3:13:00 PM)

    Love how you gave the reader a glimpse into the thoughts of how your writer's mind works! Nice job! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 3, 2014


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