Made Of Pages

jump starting my brain

A free-spirited poetic soul

Filled with hurt and left

A wide ocean of thoughts

Controlling every corner of my mind

 

Words flow through my veins

My heart bleeds through my pen

Dreams and outspoken thoughts

Filling these blank pages

 

Lost in a world

Of colorful creativity

With a world of muses and spirits

My demons inside scream

 

Words of my own knowledge

An inviting discovery

Mending broken wings

Caught in the webs of imagination

 

Dissembling my soul

There is no escape

I am made of pages

Paragraphs and inspirations.

Reviews

[jeRRy.whaLLey]

wondrous sentiment of the impassioned writer -- we do disassemble ourselves from time to time to recreate ourselves anew -- reduction and regeneration is where you rewrite the old into the new, thats what we as writers do -- they are our little darlings these writes we write and we send them out on binary seas to watch them as they float or sink or in a blink a click of the mouse a flick of the finger are lost and gone but we are grown to more writes that move our hand along -- write on Beautiful Tragic one --

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it

-- the Rhubyiat of Omar Khayyam

[THERISA]

A poetic way to describe the hurting, which you have experienced in your life. Using the imaginery of pen and paper, to convey this. Your screams are the written words on the page of paper. Thank you for sharing this poem.

[Sangria Green]

Its nice, really. Good imagery too. It just needs to be a little clearer so that it flows a little more. Are there any words missing?