Forever Inked

The beat of a song, the ink of my pen, 
pulses through me as blood flows through my veins.

The ink expresses my deepest feelings, 

the unexpressable. 
The vibrations reach the depths of my soul, 

breaking down the walls I've built.
The melody clutches at my heart, creativity soaring, 

a gentle reprieve from a bleak reality.
Words are my heartbeat, 

Picasso paints on canvas, I paint on silence.
Words and notes painting me,

 an empty canvas without them.
An extension of my very being, just as you have become,

 a part of me, freshly exposed.

Author's Note

Hey people, just a little something I wrote in a few minutes, any feedback is welcome. Thanks :)

Reviews

[Hana Saemon]

love this part ->

"The melody clutches at my heart, creativity soaring,
a gentle reprieve from a bleak reality.
Words are my heartbeat,
Picasso paints on canvas, I paint on silence.
Words and notes painting me,
an empty canvas without them."

well written. nice flow. :)

[DJ]

Thank you so much :) I appreciate your comments and feedback. Always a pleasure to hear what you have to say.

[London's Lily]

Oooh, I like this!
"Words are my heartbeat" -- Indeed!
Such a lovely expression of how important and therapeutic writing can be. :)

[DJ]

Thank you so much for your review my friend :)

[Broken Wings]

I love the words you use in this one. Beautifully painted indeed :)

[DJ]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

"Picasso paints on canvas, I paint on silence.
Words and notes painting me,
an empty canvas without them."
Those are my favorite lines in this nice , well penned poem...:)

[DJ]

Thank you so much, I'm glad that you liked it.

[Sami Khalil]

I did...You are welcome...:)