Red Ink

Pen,Paper,Ink,My trinity,Slash,Seductress… When anger,Sorrow,Lust,Or Love rises,I'm swayed,In ways I cannot define,To stroke my quil in mind,From left to right,And strike,A point,As I conclude a sentence… I'm breathless,Reciting poems inciting death wishes,Yearning for a rebirth warranted,By my need to change…Thoughts,Were littered by lies pathological,It was only right I decided on rewriting them,And circle back to Truth…... Continue Reading →

Freewrite #18: Poetry Is Love

Any moment where you feel like you need someone to hold,There's always a pen and pad to pick up and write out those feelings in bold.Thing about Poetry is,There's never a time where you're really alone,When you flow along with every word your soul is shouting till the day comes to a close... All I... Continue Reading →

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