The Greatest Song Starts By Buzzing

The Greatest Song Starts By Buzzing

A Poem by {A}shley {B}lack @-;-
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A Poem Which describes getting A tattoo

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THE GREATEST SONG STARTS BY BUZZING

The call comes through or message awaits
confirming the design, confirming the dates
My biggest piece yet many hours to spare
Money has been saved my body is unaware
The detailed design that my skin will soon embrace
people will have opinions 
you can tell by their face

The journey commences, the walk to the chair
greeted by your artist, body remains blissfully unaware
seated in clinical clean conditions
apparatus adjusted to correct positions

Needle is opened and checked within view
each needle is perfect, now offered a brew.
Arm is shaved,stencil applied
Last point to turn back or just let it ride

The Sound begins that fast paced buzzzzzzzzzzzz

With every passing second I watch the ink embrace my skin
I feel the needles for a while penetrating within
Then all of a sudden the heat starts to rise
the numbing sensation induces new highs
now all you feel is movement as art is created
people can say how it feels often over exaggerated

With every stroke of perfection the ink shades away tone
no longer just skin but a piece of art you own
The time soon passes the tattoo is done 
you have overcome any pain and that's down with one
but your sleeve is a dedication many hours lay ahead 
points in your arms surface you will surely dread

Take some advise from this tattooed poet 
if your a lover of tattoos get a sleeve to show it 

 
 

© 2011 {A}shley {B}lack @-;-


Author's Note

{A}shley {B}lack @-;-
This poem is not my usual dark self and by only just returning to this site may not be a strong poem to announce a return but after enduring 30+ hours of tattooing to have a full arm sleeve I decided to write about this experience please give honest reviews as always

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i enjoy the line "confirming the design, confirming the dates" and the ideas behind this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


kinda reminds me of panic at the disco... any song, really... good. getting a tat soon.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Jed
brilliant I dont have any tats yet but this makes me wanna go get one haha

Posted 12 Years Ago


Fun write, very well detailed. I will try to share this with my be-tatted Daughter.
Glad you are back. I'm taking a short break 'til my life calms down a bit.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I liked it great imagery it made me laugh a little
30+ hours wow intense
I kinda like the pain
of getting tattooed
weird I know but its calming
I got a new tat last month on my wrist
so your poem made me think of it
Ive decided to add more to my tat
maybe the poem Bright Star by John Keats

Posted 12 Years Ago


Magnificently done. I wish I could compose something this meaningful and perfect. You have a great talent.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Yes...different for you honey..but really like it! 30 hours? Blimey!
You have conveyed the process so well...so colourful and well structured...great to see you back!
Mwah!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Your flow in this poem is close to perfect, this line seemed to break it for me, felt slightly too long maybe? "With every passing second I watch the ink embrace my skin" But you pick it right back up again.

Not your usual dark poetry that I enjoy, but certainly incredibly well written. Well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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{A}shley {B}lack @-;-
{A}shley {B}lack @-;-

Sheriffhales, Shropshire , United Kingdom



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I Am Ashley Black (an alter ego ) I have a dark mind when it comes to my poetry as the strongest emotions come from negative RETURNING- I have been distant from this site for a while but I am fina.. more..

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