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


Author's Note

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 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Its magnificent!! I love it!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow. You're good aren't you.

Posted 13 Years Ago


"Lovely" just doesn't do justice...
Such a play with candy colored images and breathtakingly soft pining.
Gorgeously written. I wish it had lasted longer. ^-^

Posted 13 Years Ago


Think up a better name.

Posted 13 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your sentiments are rather noble indeed... also you are obsessed with coffee and stains. What do you mean by 'performed'?

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow, this was very deep and hauntingly beautiful Ran, amazing!! I love this so much!! and I can relate to it so much too!! thank you for writing this piece, my fav!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Awww So cute LOL

Posted 13 Years Ago


I really love all the abstract language being used. Repeated use of colors is a nice touch too :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Awesome! I really love the way you wrote this, and the way you gave such lovely imagery.

Posted 13 Years Ago


loved this! beautiful :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Ranbir. Eighteen and looking for answers with great glory. Wrapped in the seeds of adventures. Vanilla coffee, Rasberry iced tea, and A Fine Frenzy. Bob Dylan Bucket of blues and eyes eager to see.. more..

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