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my paper back is crumbling
under the weight of these words
subtle curves turned jagged rips
I'm torn.

ink.on.flesh in this open book that I keep in my chest
I've never second-guessed it at all.
trusting my initial judgement call. I'm just a metaphor
speaking of life through a poet's eyes.
tears raining. because the sky is where I've been
since I realized I can fly
without wings. touching lives with my pen

my mind is weary.
seeing life in lines and letters is tiring
often being inspired by the shadows cast by the ceiling fan
counting the fingers on this shaking hand.
is almost like counting the landscapes they've created
oh. how often I've debated
putting it to an end.

but- emotional arrest. and dropping this lead in poetic suicide
has never been appealing.

I can't help but see the beauty in this hardwood floor
and I can't help but see the stars as magic.
staring as if I've never seen them before
no matter what I tell myself.
it's selfish to deny that this is my life.

and I'm not a poet because I want to be.
I'd just die without
these words



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On Thursday May 11th, 2006, PoeticHellion (244) writes:
Amen indeed.


On Saturday October 22nd, 2005, Bellezza (26) writes:
Absolutely splendid. I expect nothing less from you.


On Sunday October 9th, 2005, CharlottesWeb (615) writes:
Amen...


On Sunday October 2nd, 2005, An Expired Member (11) writes:
Amazing. "ink.on.flesh in this open book that I keep in my chest" Wow. I love it. The end is amazing. Very accurate description of how I feel. Writing poems is my escape. My one chance to write about everything going on. Beautiful work.


On Friday September 16th, 2005, evolve (2261) writes:
..what could I say that you haven't already?


On Friday August 26th, 2005, Sharon Rose (663) writes:
I think somewhere along the line, this is where we met.


On Friday August 26th, 2005, Sin (1623) writes:
Jon youre beautiful, as was this ~kristy


On Thursday August 25th, 2005, abattoir (144) writes:
and its like you're never gonna die. cause it's known the same air you have to breath,kills you.but you keep getting better.this was,again, immortal.


On Wednesday August 24th, 2005, Revolting Theatre (36) writes:
It's rare that a poet of such credit and esteem can remind themselves of how tightly woven the words of their mind and their life are. This was incredible. -Josh


On Wednesday August 24th, 2005, glasshouse (780) writes:
to put it less than mildly. -Glass


On Wednesday August 24th, 2005, Astra Dei (639) writes:
mhm. well said.


On Tuesday August 23rd, 2005, Rain In The Willows (848) writes:
I have nothing other to say than you're beautiful, Jon, and you know that.


On Tuesday August 23rd, 2005, girlafraid (577) writes:
sometimes, a piece makes me smile even when i don't think it was meant to...but it's only because i see some personal truth within it. this is a lovely reminder of a part of myself...thank you


On Tuesday August 23rd, 2005, Jay Jii (332) writes:
I think that anyone who has ever aspired to be a writer can relate to this piece.


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, Eric (94) writes:
incredible.. your one of the best.. Great write!


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, AniDayz (1241) writes:
.i respect.you.


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, Urban Shipwreck (980) writes:
Heavy man. You nailed it. This was fantastic and I didn't think it came off as a "sad" write at all, just more of "This is what I am and I cannot deny myself this" Fucking cool Jon. ~Ryan


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, Mahakala (255) writes:
Beautiful...sad :*( wonderful write Jon...


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, abattoir (144) writes:
something about the way you use them. you paint a picture with words that can be heard, seen and smelt.and u can't helpit...again I felt it**bows**


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, SamoneDrone (404) writes:
they last stanza was, i feel, the perfect way to sum up the poem. i enjoyed this. ....-samone


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, Lydia Jade (784) writes:
the third stanza took it...I related to it so much...like I understood completely what you where trying to convey...your writing is always so stunning and elegant...a soft melancholy always shines through when I read your words


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, Lydia Jade (784) writes:
...the fourth stanza was also great...I relate to that as well...often finding beauty in the most unlikely places...inspired by the little things that no one ever notices...and the last few lines where brilliant "I'm not a poet because I want to be."...


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, Lydia Jade (784) writes:
I really liked that, it made a lot of sense, the only real problem I ever have with your works is when they are over…I wont tell you to keep up the good work, there is no doubt in my mind


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, Lydia Jade (784) writes:
that you will always be so damn brilliant….and I am thoroughly jealous….jerk


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, blue (1757) writes:
Fuck! That was just absolutely outstanding. Yes indeed. ~b


On Monday August 22nd, 2005, sIo (872) writes:
with my aching heart your collisions soothe these petulant whimpers and elicit the sound of crying. wonderful jon...



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