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A Chapter by Ana Papaya
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 ink  
i’m dripping in it 
   black and white 
day and night 
i can’t feel colour 
    i'm colour blind
 it’s like eating ice cream 
     and not tasting the flavour 
like sex without love  
   a f**k you can’t savour
 it's just ink 
and i'm dripping in it 
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I think we always need a reason, a purpose in life or in writing... to be color blind, to feel nothing, is an emptiness that kills.... "just ink" what a metaphor.... for some this is an response or fear of being hurt, for others it is an attempt to control and dominate an ego or escape thing (especially the sex with no love), what ties these two things together I think, is both leave you with numbness, with no heart...

Ana, this is a very powerful poem, it tears at the readers heart, leaving them saddened and searching for color.... at least that was what it did to me....

Posted 10 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

10 Months Ago

Yes, rather like that. That deep pain takes away the colour from life. The enjoyment of flavours... read more



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I think we always need a reason, a purpose in life or in writing... to be color blind, to feel nothing, is an emptiness that kills.... "just ink" what a metaphor.... for some this is an response or fear of being hurt, for others it is an attempt to control and dominate an ego or escape thing (especially the sex with no love), what ties these two things together I think, is both leave you with numbness, with no heart...

Ana, this is a very powerful poem, it tears at the readers heart, leaving them saddened and searching for color.... at least that was what it did to me....

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

10 Months Ago

Yes, rather like that. That deep pain takes away the colour from life. The enjoyment of flavours... read more
That's sounds awful...
It's so hard to get rid of ink.
And... Just... :(
Very nicely put though. I felt that. Hard.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

10 Months Ago

Yeah, those stains last a long time...
Thanks for reading and commenting!
Just Ink dear Ana. Honest words and thoughts. Maybe we suppose need less or maybe want more? Maybe, we become leftover wine, more bitter than sweet. I believe we must find reason and purpose. New things to excite the souls. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. Made me think this evening.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana Papaya

2 Years Ago

Very wise, thank you so much. :)
sometimes we just eat and sleep. and sometimes we live a little more.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana Papaya

2 Years Ago

I think a balance of those is probably good and healthy.
:)
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Lyn Anderson

2 Years Ago

I would agree.
I think “black and white” allows some of us to find order in our chaotic lives. We limit our vision and choices, avoiding the beautiful mess known as life. And, as your poem suggests, it leaves us empty and unsatisfied, or so I read. A raw, thought provoking poem.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana Papaya

2 Years Ago

Maybe b/w allows us to add our own colour choices. Had not considered that. Thank you for the thou.. read more
That feeling is usually called "anomie" among social scientists.

You have to feel it to truly know what it is; numbness I mean. Which is highly ironic and one of those "logical" contradictions only some people can really know.

Brutal self reflection juxtaposed with "living in the moment" as objectively as possible is the only way out and even then, it ain't easy.

Some people can't help but bring scuba gear to the desert...

Drugs both legal and illegal exist for this reason I think.



Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana Papaya

2 Years Ago

That is indeed highly ironic but then not so much.

There's a tingling feeling with .. read more
sometimes we feel like we are just going through the motions as we write...the words come, we write them down and we are more like an assembly line of poetry...not getting to really feel what we write we feel.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

2 Years Ago

sometimes it's very much like that :)

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