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Ink, Blood, Paper

by ~mikeslover1990, Apr 21, 2008, 6:23:53 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

There is no attempt to perform
And no attempt to impress
I just allow my emotions to flow
Like blood onto the paper
I cling to my thoughts
And let my words flow true
Out through the ink
I hold the poems to my heart
The words that I love so deeply
They help me say what my voice cannot
My words of ink and blood and paper
They are what greets the world
And tells it what I feel and what I think
And tells it why I am what I am
And how I came to this place
I only wish to share myself
To let people feel with me
So in the ink and blood and paper
I bare my already naked soul
My words I love so deeply
They are my connection to the world
But what were to happen
If my words were not allowed
If one told me to abandon them
And return to the simple explanations
I would deny them that request
And refuse what they demand
These words so close to my heart
They are part of me and my soul
Without my pretty words
And without my flowing tongue
Without my ink and blood and paper
I would be an empty shell or worse
A mad woman who could not speak
Without my words of emotion and feeling
I would be empty and cold
So I will cling to the words
Clutch them to my heart
And I will love them completely
With my ink, my blood, my paper

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SoC:JoanYears I have felt nothing for you but hate
Cold and icy in my chest at the mention of your name
And now all I feel is pity and sorrow for your life
You had so much chance and life
A love and a family that would have made you happy
But you couldn’t let go of the flesh
Just as you cannot now, poor woman
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I was able to love my sisters and my brother
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SoC:Victoria

Friend no more, we barely speak
I don’t understand these feelings
I want nothing more to do with you
Yet when I see you in your beauty
Your hair straight and loose and dark
I sometimes wish I was still your friend
You hurt me my whole life
Destroyed my self esteem
Killed most of my precious dreams of life
You tainted my relationship with hate
You poisoned it with jealousy
Your anger at my choices left a bitter taste
And it still stings my tongue to this day
He’s mine and I his yet you judge me still
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Well that is between me, him, and God
You may have been my friend but that,
That does nSoC:Victoria by ~mikeslover1990

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Favourite genre of music: a little bit of everything
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Favourite style of art: none bc i love a forms of art and cant choose a single style
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Personal Quote: I don't love just anyone...but when I do love I love with my entire heart

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by ~mikeslover1990, Jul 8, 2008, 2:23:18 PM
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what can i say? it didn't work out w/my ex and we're seperated now. i'm happy for the seperation. if you read some of my poetry you'll understand why. the simple fact is i stopped loving him. the why isn't important i just didn't love him anymore and thats all there was i couldn't tell him why. that'd break his heart. its one or the other for me. i love you or i don't. theres no middle ground. i can love you romantically or as a friend but i cant almost love you romantically or almost think of you as a friend. so thats how it works and thats how it is. what else is there to say?

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