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Spilled Ink

When inspiration obstinately runs low,
And ink stains drench an old copy.
Yet verses silently deny to flow,
While thoughts are damn sloppy.

And ink stains drench an old copy;
As she aspires to get rid of her blues.
While thoughts are damn sloppy,
Seeking desperately for a muse.

As she aspires to get rid of her blues,
Her eyes slowly alighted on ethereal

Categories: spilled ink, art, creation, deep, inspiration,
Form: Pantoum

Spilled Ink

A true writer when consigned to their virus induced self-isolation

Might want to consider turning over in bed for hot contemplation

Passion cannot be subdued by staying at home for an interim stay

But once you have bedsores you can’t even shop for emollient spray


If you are lucky to share undercover mission with a like-minded soul

Change perspective paradigm

Categories: spilled ink, best friend,
Form: Rhyme

He Is My Refuge

He asked me, “So what are you into now?”
While I was already envisioning scripts to piece
Inside my head, 
With the silence in between his lips
Sketched like woven thread 
My oh my, how he had no idea 
That clairvoyance is my best friend 
I saw right through him
Just how abstract light can transcend 
Don’t just stand

Categories: spilled ink, beautiful, dark, deep, i
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Life Doesn'T Get Any Better Than This

If you’ve ever sat in a dimly lit restaurant
with garlands wrapped around
its egg-shell glossy moldings
listening to the faint sound of wine glasses clinking,
amongst the pitter-patter of an unfamiliar crowd
in a late December night,
you know the feeling 
It’s like a cross between Deja-vu and an epiphany
- it tells you that ‘yes, you have a good life.

Categories: spilled ink, appreciation, beautiful, deep, life,
Form: Free verse

Spilled Ink

i would love to speak how the others do
but even my theatre of thought is a man
on a soapbox louder, given better acoustics,
the angry man there to boom even over the other. 
while the bystanders focus on the fight i fade into
the obscurity i've realized was made for me. 

there will always be someone louder.

Categories: spilled ink, angst, anxiety, sad,
Form: Free verse

Spilled Ink

Art is god, filled with the essence of creation.
All the beautiful things webbed in broken pieces
of souls torn out from the mind into reality with ink.
Times and ages confirmed such immortal talents.
A tragic imagination raising perfection.

The spilled ink inputs patterns by deep inspirations.
Sourced from the wounds of the mind, healed on paper.
The moments tranced the

Categories: spilled ink, art,
Form: Verse

Spilled Ink

These straight lines
Convey what words cannot.
A sharp relief from the anger, the pain.
Stare at the dark ink flowing
As the lines multiply
Crisscrossing this way and that
in an intricate web of pain.
Press too hard, and the ink runs dry.
Do I dare, do I have the courage?
Darker, thicker lines appear.
My vision wavers, the pen slips up.
No not today;

Categories: spilled ink, fear, feelings, self, suicide,
Form: Free verse

Spilled Ink

the broken pen

stains divorce papers

love on the line

Categories: spilled ink, absence,
Form: Senryu

Spilled Ink On a Perfect Verse

This isn't the time to run away

Nor is it the time to hide

they say "use your whole heart

and take a dive"

 

I forgot the past  while I  lay in your arms

you partially held me

became my blanket for the meantime

I swam in you and you in I

threw caution to the wind

I didn't think that

Categories: spilled ink, life, loss, loveme, heart,
Form: Free verse