Late Night Heptad One

Late Night Heptad One

A Poem by Invisible Ink

Heptad: a group or series of seven

my pen talks to itself, even as you listen.
perhaps you read waiting for the arrival.
that moment; self gratification; a feeling
sharing thoughts, feelings, images;
never intended, never even desired.
because ink flung into the void,
has bad handwriting

© 2010 Invisible Ink

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Invisible Ink
Please Please Please leave a review. Even if it is just to tell me you didn't like it. A reason or two either way would be nice though. ;P

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i liked it how the writing about writing its interesting

Posted 14 Years Ago

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Added on February 10, 2010
Last Updated on February 10, 2010


Invisible Ink
Invisible Ink

Belton, TX

I don't really like being judged by my age, so obviously I am young. I really spell either so thank god for computers. I am a black-belt but am too sick to continue training so i take comfort in my wr.. more..

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