Writing, A Medium

July 20, 2011
The paper wrinkles,

The ink splatters,

Shatters ideas, hopes, thoughts,

Shards of life thrown into the world,

Speakings of stuttered secrets,

Whispers of forgotten mistakes,

Poetry, the lord of life,

Lounging asleep, silent,

Yet spitting roaring fires,

Smoking breaths of marvel,

Oh how I marvel,

The passion it ignites,

And solemn still,

Words ebb into the soulless,

Cutting, bleeding, sinking,

Bloods infused in fused dreams,

Egging to pick up a piece,

And begin to write.





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