Ink poisoning

Ink poisoning

A Poem by sentimental~ galore

He was a feeling good flower, a raspberry tea shower

With the fragrance of wet grass, and an old beat up car

He was velvet blue, an ink mess on the floor

So I cleaned him, I scrubbed the floor until the ink faded

I let him ink poison me, let him seep into my thick veins

Because I loved him, because I wanted him to touch my heart

To feel it beating like a hummingbird’s wings inside

I wanted him to be stung by my pain, feel the cuts that remain

Take black and white pictures and paste them in my brain

I wanted him to be a part of me, to see what I see

To smell the yellow tulips and the burnt coffee

To hear the broken voices, the shattered hearts

But the doctors took their knifes and antibiotics

They wiped him clean from my skin, purified my soul from his fingerprints

He was no longer mine; he had slipped into the sea

Like a sandcastle on the beach, the storm of sand in the desert

So I’ll watch him from a distance, visit him in his dreams

I’ll become the paint in his palette, the sparrow on his oak tree

I’ll drop teardrops in his coffee mug, and paste my pain in his eyes

So that when he looks into the mirror he will see my soul again.

 

 

 

© 2011 sentimental~ galore


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sentimental~ galore
Please review! remember its spoken word....not completely poetry. Its meant to be performed.

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Because I loved him, because I wanted him to touch my heart
To feel it beating like a hummingbird’s wings inside
I wanted him to be stung by my pain, feel the cuts that remain
Take black and white pictures and paste them in my brain
I wanted him to be a part of me, to see what I see
To smell the yellow tulips and the burnt coffee
To hear the broken voices, the shattered hearts

You are years beyond your age. This is natural brilliances that you can only be born with.

What a nice gift you have.

Superb.
:)



Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.



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Ry
This is a great poem, trully. Even the general aura the words give off establishes that. Beautiful =) -Eli

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is awsome, you are a good poet

Posted 8 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

loved it

Posted 8 Years Ago


0 of 5 people found this review constructive.

This was certainly different. I think you did a good job here. Some of the wording in the poem feels weird. Like the wording, "He was a feeling good flower". It just sounds weird, and a little off. The rest of the poem is really good, and I liked the ending that you wrote. There just seems like a few places where you can change the words to make the poem flow more easily.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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OT
oh this is great - we're kept attentive the whole way through - the rhyme is alternating but you kind of create your own scheme and we just bob along to it willingly - it all flows so well that we can just float through the words ha - brilliant descriptions throughout!! nice!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Wonderful. Love that's been taken away; I'm all too familiar :P

Posted 8 Years Ago


A heartfelt and visually stunning piece that reads aloud beautifully. Despite the angry twist which makes it cleverly written and interesting.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Spoken word or not this is fabulous. I enjoyed every drop of ink you displayed.......

Posted 8 Years Ago


Because I loved him, because I wanted him to touch my heart
To feel it beating like a hummingbird’s wings inside
I wanted him to be stung by my pain, feel the cuts that remain
Take black and white pictures and paste them in my brain
I wanted him to be a part of me, to see what I see
To smell the yellow tulips and the burnt coffee
To hear the broken voices, the shattered hearts

You are years beyond your age. This is natural brilliances that you can only be born with.

What a nice gift you have.

Superb.
:)



Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Truly well written poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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