"Taste of Ink"A Poem by EricGodsilAhhhh...it could possibly produce a warm fuzzy feeling in the depths of your soul; or not, what do I know?I have found that an empty soul can shine In this dark and gritty world, But the inspirations it radiates on hold no light.
Sharp corners and jagged edges. Erratic placements of doubt block clarity, Permitting the imps of love to lurk in the shadows. Quill claws clinging to parchment, Allowing only the IDEA of love to drip from their fingertips.
My fingertips.
Eternally I fight these creatures on papyrus battlegrounds, Keeping them at bay with pigmented swordplay, Swift strokes with the tip of my weapon, Every movement an attempt to vanquish my demons.
Each title a name with a face, Each face an inspiration, Each inspiration a burden of truth, To be digested and let out in the form of words. Each word a battle scar, Leaking ink from the seams stitched by acceptance, Slowly covering pages of my life. I smear it but to no avail The sentences still appear, Like faces from the shadows. I must stare into their eyes, Knowing all too well the pain they hide.
The sentences meld into stanzas, Stanzas into hands, The same hands which slowly wring out my heart, Drowning my soul in the liquor of what was, No choice but to drink to the occasion.
Desensitizing my feeling of love, Blinding my eyes so I don't see beauty, Numbing my hands as to no longer feel the warmth of skin. Lips linger drunkenly as nothing but the breeze brushes them, Lacing them with a hint of ink, So bittersweet, The taste of Honesty. © 2011 EricGodsilFeatured Review
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Added on July 31, 2011Last Updated on July 31, 2011 AuthorEricGodsilVirginia Beach, VAAboutI love to write. Usually I have to feel inspired though; which could be brought on by anything at any moment. I suffer from writers block for a good chunk out of a year. Once I start writing though I .. more..Writing
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