Red ink..

I’m not a painter but a poet
An endless flow of untouchable ink,
Imprinting words in your mind
Trickling around as you think.
A vibrant flow of colour & pattern
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 heart,
With each page suffering & bleeding
For all this poetry to be called art.


About TheDarkestFairytale

Hello Thank you for reading. If you would like to contact me please email
This entry was posted in Creative, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

15 Responses to Red ink..

  1. 👍👍👍👍👍👍

    Liked by 1 person

  2. newranaweera says:

    Very true! Beautiful write.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. prashantt says:

    Beautiful composition & indeed true.👌
    Thanks for visiting my blog that gives an oppurtunity to visit your wonderful blog.
    Have a great day ahead!!💐

    Liked by 1 person

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

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Magnificent truly amazing anf trust these are understatments 😊🙌

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Wordpress says:

    I enjoyed this!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. bethanyk says:

    That was awesome. Love that!

    Liked by 1 person

  8. mandibelle16 says:

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


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s