(Poem) Dying Ink
Less I see your stroke into mine skin,
I have no more intimacy I felt in you,
I have no thoughts of you anymore,
your words vanished completely,
I'm but missing with no feelings,
alone, lonely like an abandon parchment.
My covering is empty without you
your blackness is saturated with digital feelings
floating in the vast surreal world,
only to be read without spirit, empty.
Hollow, muffled words are kept in you,
I can no longer grasp your sights
in an endless, dreadful waiting,
longing is essential in a dried scribble gesture.
I crave for your inner depth of thump
into my crust
brushing with murkiness of untainted love
like a paper cut thrusting, pushing, stroking
the aggravated sensations bolster more
to boost up the undying ink.
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bad_cheetah wrote on December 16, 2014, 12:51 AM
lovely piece with vivid words to feed the imagination.
Ellis wrote on December 16, 2014, 6:35 AM
scheng1 wrote on December 16, 2014, 8:24 AM
This poem goes well with the bloodshed in the stock markets.
iWrite. wrote on December 16, 2014, 10:18 AM
lol... thanks... i hope leo will not be there like a wolf! lol!
iWrite. wrote on December 16, 2014, 10:19 AM
thanks ellis! more poems to come...
iWrite. wrote on December 16, 2014, 10:22 AM
when words and images are in the highest form creating a poem... it will be a good piece... (i hope)
maxeen wrote on December 17, 2014, 12:51 PM
Ellis ! Am I wrong? or aren't we supposed to submit 30 characters in a comment..
maxeen wrote on December 17, 2014, 12:52 PM
that was so direct,I liked it very much..
Ellis wrote on December 17, 2014, 2:25 PM
30 characters for a payment yes ...anything less gets diddly squat!
shiela32 wrote on December 23, 2014, 10:53 AM
A great poem inspired by printing industry (just kidding), Great poem indeed. I don't know how to write a good poem like this one.