Of Ink, Paper & Flame

Of Ink, Paper & Flame

A Poem by Simon Welsh
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I'll let my blood spill onto this page

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I wish I could let the ink flow onto the landscape
I'd shape a bridge to where the planets are formed
Where butterflies meet among the stardust
and love becomes a shining light above us
Fear won't drag us down if we believe
even the lost can be saved

If the strangest souls are of paper
then technicolour rain will illuminate the beauty
We are all fractured, we are all unsure
but most of all, we're all of the same heart
I'll let my blood spill onto this page
perhaps I'll lose all the doubt within me

Don't let me wake up day after day
Just to waste every chance I get
Don't let me pretend I am happy
when I need to let the pain out
I'll be reborn when I lose the anguish
because nothing makes me stronger
than falling to pieces

There is no need for guardian angels
No need at all
I wish I could let the ink flow
and let the fire within burn
Of the paper where words flicker
that's where we find our home

© 2014 Simon Welsh


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"Where butterflies meet among the stardust" Beautiful imagery. Made me smile.

"Don't let me pretend I am happy when I need to let the pain out" *nods* Yes.

"Because nothing makes me stronger than falling into pieces" Strong. Emotional. I....wish it worked that way for me...

"That's where we find our home" Certainly.

There's glass breaking all over this piece. Don't know why. Just is. x

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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The desire and hunger for words. Sometimes there is that time when ideas flood your mind and you just want to drown into a lust full of ink so you can paint everything you want to say and carve it in a canvas. Amazing!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Where butterflies meet among the stardust" Beautiful imagery. Made me smile.

"Don't let me pretend I am happy when I need to let the pain out" *nods* Yes.

"Because nothing makes me stronger than falling into pieces" Strong. Emotional. I....wish it worked that way for me...

"That's where we find our home" Certainly.

There's glass breaking all over this piece. Don't know why. Just is. x

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

'I wish I could let the ink flow onto the landscape' Love this line! Well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you paint a great picture in this peace

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I don't know how to describe what i saw when i read this. I really does sound weird but i saw water color paint being splattered onto paper. I have weird interpretations, i know. But then it changed, and it grew sorrowful and i really felt it grip the broken pieces of my self. Anyways, a great poem as always.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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