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Bleeding Ink

I am the ballpoint of your pen
Depending upon the ink in your chamber,

Useless without it, pointless when coupled with nothing.

I used to be the ink
Able to leave my mark with or without help.

... But now I am just a little roller ball
waiting for you to make me stroke.


Author notes

probably best not to ask where this came from... deep down in my twisted mind of metaphors
Written May 11th, 2005

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  • Akaelya
    May 12, 2005
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    It's odd, but really cool at the same time, I've never thought of using a ball point pen as a metaphor but you do a surperb job^.^ I really like the last stanza "... But now I am just a little roller ball waiting for you to make me stroke." That had to be inspired^.^