The sting of my pen draws me closer
Every time, the pain two-fold,
Surrounded by intricate context,
If only you could record what you see,
As you delve into the chasms I call me
With every word I write, the pain subsides,
Even though these papercuts steal my passion,
Dripping ink from all your injuries,
At least it's not the bloodshed of yesterday
Poem 17
pretty traumatic stuff
ReplyDeletevery deep bro
ReplyDeleteOn a poem related note. One time at school my friend wrote a poem and the teacher called him out on it and said he plagiarized it. Long story short it took him 2 weeks to get the A he deserved, but I do not know how you can really grade poetry.
ReplyDeletenice imagery there.
ReplyDeleteI especially like the last two lines
ReplyDeleteThis is so powerful
ReplyDeleteI know you don't write for publicity... but you should get published!
ReplyDeleteDripping ink from my vagina,
ReplyDeleteAt least I'm not a hipster
amazing, poetry.
ReplyDeleteso amazing! :-)
ReplyDeleteOnce again, another beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing like always.
ReplyDeletesymbolizes you and your passion for writing, and how you express yourself through it. good stuff.
ReplyDeleteLoved it mate!
ReplyDeleteKeep them coming!
ReplyDeleteyou've got some talent!
ReplyDeleteAnother nice one!
ReplyDeleteI love poetry
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