Red ink

I’m not a painter
But a poet,
An endless flow
Of untouchable ink,
Imprinting words
Into your mind,
Trickling around
As you think.
A vibrant flow
Of colour & patterns,
Leaving interpretation
In every verse,
Injecting my words
Into your blood
This creativity
Is an intoxicating curse.
Filled with emotion,
Pain & tears
Each stroke of the pen
Is my aching heart,
With each page
Suffering & bleeding
For all this poetry
To be called art.


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15 Responses to Red ink

  1. πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

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  2. newranaweera says:

    Very true! Beautiful write.

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  3. prashantt says:

    Beautiful composition & indeed true.πŸ‘Œ
    Thanks for visiting my blog that gives an oppurtunity to visit your wonderful blog.
    Have a great day ahead!!πŸ’

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  4. LOVE! Beautiful use of metaphor. Even when you right about writing, your aesthetic is very edgy and true to your work.

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  5. Magnificent truly amazing anf trust these are understatments πŸ˜ŠπŸ™Œ

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  6. Wordpress says:

    I enjoyed this!

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  7. bethanyk says:

    That was awesome. Love that!

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  8. mandibelle16 says:

    Your words are always beautifully painted (penned/typed).


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