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The empty page stretches before me, a white blank page with nothing but ink and a pen to fill its crevices. I pour out my ink-black heart, to stain the paper with use-less words of a fashion and I know that nothing can hurt me now. My heart is spread far and wide in every word on every page I write. It can never truly be found and pieced back together. Just like a personality, I am not one but many. I may look like one but looks can be deceiving. Or have you not figured that out yet. I cannot help you with whatever it is you are searching for, but maybe what you’re searching for is already found and what you thought you had is really what is lost. Or maybe it is the other way around. Does Blood Leave Black Stains Down The Window Panes, Or Have My Ink Covered Finger Tips Left Their Marks There As Well. No matter, tomorrow’s storm will wash it away with the flood waters that pour down from heaven. Rain is rolling down my window. Don’t cry. The window, broken, weathered, worn, mirrors me in ways unimaginable. I will not look at the reflection in the mirrors. I will not gaze through those unseeing eyes that so happily deceived me. I will not talk with this ill-fit mouth that has so easily devoted itself to shame. I will only write. And think. My mind is untainted by the black blood that spills from my fingers. Painting the windows until no sun shines through and no matter how many floods are sent to repair me they will not show what I am. To you I may look like me. But inside, inside is where the darkness hides. And the monsters tend to come out at night. They stain my hands black with the blood they pour out onto the white blank page in front of me, staining the paper with use-less words that no one will ever see.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 10/7/2011 2:06:00 AM
Hi Samantha. This poem is sooo full of emotion and it seems like a total release for u. I used to fill pages of journals like u write in this piece. I like what u said in this poem..I will only write...and think! Excellent. Thanks for sharing your heart thru poetry.
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Samantha Clark
Date: 10/7/2011 2:12:00 AM
thank you! i love poetry. it's just kind of how i express everything. i wrote it last year actually, when i was 14... i think. haha

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