i lost my pen

I lost my pen
my little pen of blue
i lost my pen
maybe this is nothing to you

creepy thoughts
roam in my head
about what they'll do
if they find my friend

my little gadget
of mental crimes
my little partner
in felonies of mind

Oh boy i wonder
what they will do
when they find my pen
and capture me too.

they'll send me to
an insanity asylum
they'll lock me up
in a silent room

for the souls I've killed
on a piece of paper
for the blood stained spots
as a signature he made them

my madness lies
within its ink
and my soul smiles
in madness it sinks

i lost my pen
my little pen of blue
i lost my pen
Oh, what should i do?

Reviews

[Richard Man]

The pen is innocent, it won't break under interrogation. It won't tell lies, it won't grass on you, your secrets are safe. You alone can decipher what the ink will write. You alone can make it talk. I like therelationship you have with your pen, your writing is the marriage between you and your papermate. You are not going mad!

[Salar Majak]

thank god i'm not going mad, although sometimes madness isn't so bad ;), thanks very very much for your words, i'm really glad you like it!

[Sacha Davison]

Could use some proofreading. Definitely a great poem, I think everyone on this website could relate to it. A good example of a writer's relationship with the tools of their craft.

[Salar Majak]

thanks alot, i'm glad you like it

[Dinali Sathma]

My feelings when I lose my pen :). Its a general thoughts put into poetry. I appreciate your simple use of word that added a more innocent sense to the poem.

[Salar Majak]

thanks, although there is a deeper meaning to this, i meant by this poem to shed some light about the people who are forbidden to write because of social pressure from governments :) thanks for the read.

[Frieda P]

Hah, this is a great little piece, love it. It's so true, we feel connected to our 'pen', this is a clever and entertaining read.

[Salar Majak]

;) you got it didn't you?, thanks for the read, glad you like it

[Coyote Poetry]

I have my special pen. Nothing as worthless as a cheap pen. I like the description and the desire in the poem. I been to this place. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Salar Majak]

no, thank you for reading, i'm glad you like it

[quinfinn]

this is so much deeper than the surface projects. the more i read and reread this the deeper i swam within its meaning. the scope of artistic genius demonstrated here is amazing. i love this poem...and for petes sake, go out and get another blue pen!

[Salar Majak]

LOL, don't worry i found it!!!! thankfully, and thanks alot for your kind words that i don't deserve

[quinfinn]

deserved...

[Phillitup]

Truly from the point of view of a writer. We all have those insane moments on paper...it's because we are creative.

[Salar Majak]

yeah i think, thanks, i'm glad you like it

[DrD]

Very clever and catching. The theme is all too true, the instruments used to put our thoughts into permanence become an extension of ourselves and somehow (hoever much in humor) they share in the conspiracy of our words. I really liked this for its originality and basic appeal.

[Salar Majak]

thanks alot Dr.D! I'm really glad you like it

[Richard Man]

I guess in the same way that a means of defence in someone else's hands become weapons of mass destruction. And the pen is mightier than the sword.

[LA Lorena]

my madness lies within its ink. Love this line! I think all writers have to have a screw loose, at least partially, at any rate. (asylem? spell check please. this is too good to have spelling mistakes. trust me, it does matter!) :D

[Salar Majak]

thank you alot, and i will check it :)

[ms. barrie]

at first reading this poem one automatically thinks, "oh how adorable" but then you really scratch beneath the surface, and reveal a powerfully pensive poem:

Oh boy i wonder
what they will do
when they find my pen
and capture me too.
they'll send me to
an insanity asylem
they'll lock me up
in a silent room

for the souls i've killed
on a peice of paper
for the staind spots
as a signature he made them

my madness lies
within its ink
and my soul cries
in tears it sinks

--- brilliantly conveyed how if one's unable to write they will indeed descend down into madness (my take on it, personally, of course, i'm probably wrong)
either way, excellent poem, pen on :)

[Salar Majak]

thanks, i like your point of veiw

[ms. barrie]

you welcome i really like your poem :)