The pen moves
of its own accord like
the waves move
in the open ocean
scratching marks
onto the white sheet
of parchment
travelling ideas
from the mind
straight down
through the arm
and onto the
silent... single page
leaking my creativity
like little droplets
of crimson ink.
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2022 00:38
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Comments8
A lovely writing , Katy ))
Beautiful words and so true Katie.
Andy
Splendid Katie !!
A fine write Kitty.
One hidden meaning, being like 'cutting up'? A sad and terrible thing.
I heard stories in a group that I wish I had never heard, and made me shudder, but that's the reality of life for some people, in their pains and problems.
Kitty of course is always on adventures. No danger of her feeling downcast! lol.
Creativity is one of many byproducts of pain. Pain is one of the best mentors, as it teaches many things that are worthwhile. A beautiful write of creativity and unique appeal.
This has all the moves of seduction.
nice form
Wow, a lovely piece.
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