Ink

Ink

A Poem by Marvin Lewis Jr.
"

A room in this imagination of mine

"

 


Ink

 

I smile for what I will become then shed a tear for

who I am,

after a glimpse of my dream the imagination runs for

miles but the moment reality pinches me everything is

saturated in flames,

Barbed-wire embraces my future like a frame, 

intimidating me from pursuing the picture frustration

persuaded me to gaze into the eyes of what I love and

speak hate.  

Sadness strengthens my wings but I'd rather walk and

be happy some might interpret this like asking a blind

man to trade,

but its nearly impossible to follow the chords to the

song another man's heart plays,

He says He arises for the needy' sighing lately I've

been unable to speak but yesterday I could whisper

God please?

I only hope He heard the tears that came after me

smiling,

Only if I could jump in His arms when I see demons in

the distance coming after me smiling,

I look at the shadow of death I live in as making it

possible so the people that will be formed out of me

their eyes will never know black tears and their face

will only understand smiling.

Yesterday tasting ones last breath wasn't even in the

equation,

today there exist nothing more beautiful than dying, 

I want to walk through a park with the sense of touch

I'm too used to flying,

Let  me speak a prayer in which I feel GOD's face

because my hands are cut deep from blocking the echo

of my soul crying.

I am as an easel firmly holding nothing standing tall

as it evolves into a startling masterpiece,

 my feet are as the first strokes after its complete

my eyes fade like stars after sunrise,

 my voice is like footprints at night I have nothing

but one hope to dream away the time, 

instead of grasping my own life an empty page will

save me alive,

when tomorrow comes with a different pen I will

write...

 When tomorrow comes with another fear I will fly.

 Its an open door with a threshold only children can

cross,

 the knob rotates with each chilling thought.

The door is pushed in further after death's eyes

blink,

not air but I live because of ink.

 

© 2008 Marvin Lewis Jr.


Author's Note

Marvin Lewis Jr.
Just taking it back... This is one of the poems I composed when I first started writing.

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I have to say that this is a marvelous read. I also feel as if you've found this so early, and the sentiments that you express are what I found in myself, just recently. I now walk with my pen and my pad, and feel nothing like myself if I don't write. Something just isn't right....

Quite the scribe, young fella....this was beautiful.

Keep going.

Peoples

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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This is a beautiful piece of prose with a lot of drive!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This piece does not have the feel of a first write. It has much depth, and the feel it was written by an experienced writer. Hope you decide to read your work on air. Rain..

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:) no mention of dragons , but you can feel one entering
Through

I have just read this and its still fresh and new
A truly inspired piece of work


~Raven

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hey Marv, I am just cathcing up to some stuff that Lyrical requested that I read. I am once again happy that she shared this with me. An amazing piece. Your skills was sharp at the very beginning. I am still looking forward to the book. I know I will not be able to put it down.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This was Great pimp!
That first line, "I smile for what I will become
then shed a tear for who I am" was 'Whoa'!
You're truly gifted pimp.

BEEGE


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I am so taken by your words.
Fantastic work of art this truely is... ; )

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have to say that this is a marvelous read. I also feel as if you've found this so early, and the sentiments that you express are what I found in myself, just recently. I now walk with my pen and my pad, and feel nothing like myself if I don't write. Something just isn't right....

Quite the scribe, young fella....this was beautiful.

Keep going.

Peoples

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I like this, it seems as though writing kept you from doing things that would've put you in bad situations. And i'm glad you started because you do have talent.

"I only hope He heard the tears that came after me

smiling,"

I loved this part of the poem.

Danni



Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marvin,
I am in awe of your ability to create a diamond without the many processes of nature/life, which usually take many years to complete. Your ability to interpret, and comprehend life by simply stroking your pen is amazing. I know that what is pouring out of you so masterfully is definitely of the Master�
***I smile for what I will become then shed a tear for who I am,*** YOU HAD ME AFTER THIS ...
Thank you so much for sharing so much of your Soul with us. Words and points are not enough to honor your literary Gift!
~Warmly, Lyrical


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Now I have to say this is one of the best poems I have read here on WC. You have such clarity in your words all over this page. Emotional war stirs me as I read this.

You have a God-given talent and I can see you are going to reach your poetic dreams. I am stunned!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Marvin Lewis Jr.
Marvin Lewis Jr.

Trenton, NJ



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I'm 19 y.o. and I write lyrics, prose, poetry, and treatments. I'm currently self-publishing my first book entitled "The Language Of My Imagination" which consist of poetry and prose that touch on suc.. more..

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