Inking agony

Paper can’t handle
The ink that I spill,
There’s a curse hidden
Behind my quill.
Letters turn into acid
Paper into ash,
The alphabet cries
When emotions clash.
My writing is messy
There is no design,
I don’t fix in any box
Or inbetween the lines.
When it comes to art
You must give insanity,
As poetic truths
Are inked with agony.

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18 Responses to Inking agony

  1. I like this a lot. Well done!

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  2. mihrank says:

    Beautiful – “Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.”

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  3. Coyote from Orion says:

    Beautiful. I love the word ‘quill’ and the imagery it evokes.

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  4. Gorgeously written 💓

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  5. Ed Lehner says:

    Always look forward to your poetry.Thanks.

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  6. Simon says:

    But it’s you mind out for all to see 🙂

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  7. Fiery says:

    Just became a fan of you 💓

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  8. Nice lines love that ♥️

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