You see the lines of ink on my skin, do you know what they are?
They are all the poems you didn't write.
They're all the times you put your pen down,
That you looked out the window, forsaking me.
Ink spreads on the page, or it spreads on my skin,
words and symbols that pierce me in sinuous lines, and hurts!
You were my poet, I was your keeper, sister and lover and Queen
But you cast your pen away, and I cried ink,
and cursed in verses, to get you back.
Author notes
This is an anonymous contest, so please leave any reference to my poetry or my name out of comments and messages. Thank you!
A contest entry
- I am leaving, why should i return? by patsoldcat.
600 points, ended June 17, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Beautiful and emotional, nice write. Very flowing with nice imagery. You penned a wonderful write.
Nice job.
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Thank you very much!
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this was incredible, showing such passions, love and more
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Thank you so much... I'm so flattered that you liked my little poe. There were so many beautiful ones in here!
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thank you
please edit author notes to reflect anonymous contest.
blessings and luck
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Edited, although I'm not sure I did it right, I never joined an anonymous contest before and I wasn't sure of what to write in the note.
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