Writing Salvation

Ripping out my hair
understanding lost
pains replaced my heart

Strain written upon my face
stress poking fun at me
never can I win

Written words flow freely
but spoken words are not
tears loom on the brink

Pen and paper my
real true friends
never betrayed as vice

All my pain, my sorrow
born onto paper
spoken words silenced

Author's Note

*Credit to photographer

Reviews

[Gionelly Kiss]

I enjoy your writing, however, your third line is confusing, "pains replaced my heart," when in the context of the first stanza. Play with words a little more--expand your vocabulary to add more flow and make it less choppy (although I realize this is part of your style).

[Michael X]

from beginning to end you've created an original outlook to ponder,
and the sheer creativeness combined with the sense of pain,
as if losing someone close, and this is the heartbreak of a memory,
and the contrasts play off one another with resonating effect,

like spoken silence, and the hope in a moment of hopelessness.
i loved the wordcrafting ability you've devised to such strengths,
beautifully done, keep u the great work.

[Tate Morgan]

This is great I really can feel the need in you to put pen to paper and record the music playing through every day and age
tate