September 22, 2010
Poem is a main stream needle shot into your heart. Realsing all of the red ink with and taking all bottemless emotions holding the ink back. It is a straight drug with the only side effect being staying up late with red ink pumping threw your veins. The shot itself is nothing, its the feeling of emptying your world onto blank paper.

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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 3, 2010 at 7:06 pm

I love this poem. You describe poetry in such a joyfully unexpected way, and the metaphor fits.

Well said, my friend. Ah, poetry is like... taking drugs.

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