Writing without ink

by Poet on the Piano   Nov 5, 2010


I cut my sorrow open
and let the black glass
smooth yet shaken,
carve a grievance
before i collapse
on dioxide leaks.

under cursed walls
your air lingers
and i try to clear
the dense verbs
that amount to maybe.

i ask you run back,
with death's vigor
to give me the breath
of day and night,
undivided by damnation.

i receive you.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Jad

    Woah, I was overwhelmed by the power of your words and also the depth in which this poem went. The great descriptions were wonderful and how you described writing a poem was simply amazing. I really enjoyed reading this poem as it gave me a different view on writing. This is by far I think the best poem I have read by you. Great job and keep writing.

  • 14 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    I thought this was beyond the scope of talent, it showed just a glimpse of what you are able to do.
    A good dark poem isn't really easy to write people tend to follow the same path of horror. Excellent job, I enjoyed each word

  • 14 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    Wow...what a powerful piece of poetry :] I loved and I mean loved your imagery and diction. It's been awhile since I've seen someone use both so well and you my dear have done that. I loved how dark and gloomy this was. I enjoyed every line and I hope to read more from you soon. Please keep writing :] Nik

  • 14 years ago

    by Beautiful Chaos

    This was very powerful for me and I find it easy to reflect on my own life in it. I like your choice of vocab and think you have done an excellent job with this piece. A pleasure reading it.

    I cut my sorrow open
    and let the black glass
    smooth yet shaken,
    carve a grievance

    ^ Love the opening