Open Poetry #48 |
Ink |
Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Ink I slice my wrists most every day, Still all I bleed is word. And though I have so much to say, The echoes die unheard. I don't know how to pay your price, But still I try and try. 'Offered myself as sacrifice, You wouldn't let me die. I played the game, I held that hand; But threw in on the winner. Why even try to understand The logic of a sinner? So now the world just turns and turns, Whil I focus on nothing. No, I can't help the way this burns, That I try at all is something. I know I should be moving on, 'Can't bring myself to do it. Today, a day where dreams are drawn: I just pray to get through it. Tomorrow, but the consequence— Self-persecuting crusade; Leaving me to serve its sentence In this dreamless world I've made. If there's a light to see me through, God, it's so far behind me. If there were a way to reach you, This silence still would bind me. For though I have so much to say, 'Never seem to say what I think; Still slice my wrists most every day, Even if all I bleed is ink. Michael Anderson 10/14/2013 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You bleed ink alright, much to the pleasure of those of us who like to read what those veins have produced. ~*~ Your past is just a story. Once you realize this, it has no power over you. ~*~ |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
ink won't hurt too much it will just pour and that's a good thing for poet |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
"And though I have so much to say, The echoes die unheard." It touched me deeply. Thank you for sharing! |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Ink, like a tattoo, sends permanent messages from the evolved wearer. Ms. E |
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