Pens & Paper

Pens & Paper

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith

I thought it was different
Yet you are the same
Same as all of them
Just a game
Learn to play
After the shame
Has nothing to do with you
Don't take it that way
But lies always find their way
to destroy truth
It's harder this way
Has nothing to do with you
It's part of the game

Has nothing to do with you
Part of the game
It's the same ole same
Twisted that way
All we've got
It's the same ole same
It's a nice old fashioned
Twisted game

Thought it was clear to you
Mind doesn't work that way?
Thought you heard the news
It played all day
& if you didn't hear
That's okay
Take another cold beer
Drink away
Coasting life
Learning not to fear
I thought you heard the news
O! you didn't hear?
Has nothing to do with you
It's a game

Has nothing to do with you
Part of the game
It's the same ole same
Twisted that way
All we've got
It's the same ole same
A good old fashioned
Twisted game

I thought I reminded you
Guess it slipped again
Whispered secret truths
& my pen's at it again
Won't stop
Make it understand
Missed it's touch
It's at it again
Bleeding pen
Dying in my hand
Welcome back
Now shall we sling ink again?

Has nothing to do with you
Part of the game
It's the same ole same
Twisted that way
All we've got
It's the same ole same
Old fashioned
Twisted game

Bleeding with ink
Canvas now stained
Stained with word
Here to stay
Missed your company
Comprehend
Offer me
Scratch the truths
Empty eyes ablaze
My pen and I
Scripting away
Scratching truths
No judgement at all

Has nothing to do with you
Part of the game
It's the same ole same
Twisted that way
All we've got
It's the same ole same
It's a f*****g twisted
Twisted game

Blank pages shall I marry you?
We can bleed together, to death
Spill our truths
Ink stains on your perfect skins
Rewriting worlds we've kept deep within
Let us do the do
The rings of Saturn were painted just for you
On perfect canvas,
Served in blue
Take thy vows
Do the do
Pens and paper
It's what we do
We bleed to death to sacrifice our truth
We were born to die,
What we do

Part of the game
Bleeding truth
Twisted way
But it's true...
All we've got
Let us do the do.
We're pens & paper
Spilling truth
We're pens & paper
It's what we do...
Pens & Paper
Dying for you...

© 2016 Christopher Michael Smith


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Christopher Michael Smith
Christopher Michael Smith

Clinton, NC



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Ego sum qui sum - 'I am what I am' Poetry is my creative expression here upon this floating ball of dust called Earth. Nothing feels as appeasing as watching a pen glide across a virgin page, watc.. more..

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