An Aspect of Poetry

An Aspect of Poetry

A Poem by Isabelle Faye

The ink splatters
across the page
like blood. 

The droplets
spraying the paper 
with a dark coloring. 

It stains
the pure white
destroying it. 

Writing poetry is
like cutting,
a release. 

My words
spill
onto the paper,
bleeding
from the pen. 

I write all
my secrets,
hide nothing. 
I can not
be discovered. 

My poetry
is a cloak of
veils hiding true meaning
like hiding scars.  

It plays
with words,
twists meanings. 

It slices 
into tender places
in my heart
like a knife. 

The pain,
the poems
feel good
and I need to write. 

The words spill
from my wrist 
to coat the page
in a slick cover
of ideas.

© 2012 Isabelle Faye



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Isabelle Faye
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I don't know how you do it,but once again I find myself understanding exactly how you feel. This poem was perfect, and I congratulate you for being such a great writer.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Very nice comparison. I relate to this alot! Keep it up!!!!

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on June 23, 2012
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Tags: Cutting, poetry, ink, writing, simile, hidden, release, pain, masks

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Isabelle Faye
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Hi! My pen name is Isabelle Faye but you can call me Isabelle or Belle for short. I'm an under 18 year old writer from the United States. I write both poetry and books/novels but the latter tend to pr.. more..

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