Give Me Ink

This is utopia; nightmares facing the sun.
You're nothing; inky wounds.
Sparkling bubbles killing drains,
smooth disappointment
Flush it all - piss, water, cocaine dreams
and prescribed hints - lovely deadly routine

Me?
I am Snow White poisoned forever,
No one but one shadow  -
I am nothing and should be everything -
inky dreams.

I suppose theories are for the tender,
Suppositions - me, am I surreal?
I must be
Because I only try to speak the truth
At the kingdom where the lies run free
An empire must fall, although emptiness
never did.

Cold wash, hidden typed scribbles -
you slammed the door in my heart's face
You blame the wind, but still
We are the perfect shape of nothing; aching dreams.

Actions, reactions, revolutions, desillusions -
All running in the outside
when you don't cage what's inside,
Well, it would kill me if I did,
but even if it means nothing,
Someone shall write nihilism and extropianism -
So please,
give me ink.

Reviews

[V.B.]

Lovely deadly routine. Honestly, I can't think of the last time I heard three words so perfectly combined as those. You set the bar for this thing really high right off the bat, and followed all the way through without missing a beat from then on. This is my favorite piece of yours so far.

As I look down this page of reviews, I see a lot of short little blurbs with precious few constructive statements. Normally this might bother me, but I think you may have left them all speechless, and I can certainly relate to that.

[Richard Williams]

Descriptive, evocative and very unique. A good metaphor with the door and the heart.

[Aidz]

An excellent scribe

[A]

I like this! Wonderfully written, I can totally relate to this, loved the ending.

[trainwreck]

wow great job! I was really impressed.

[xNote_to_selfx]

Honestly I don't know what to say about this, but I will say this. There was so many things crammed into this poem, so many things one could get out of it. It was beautifully written and flowed smoothly. Great choice of words. :)

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Gives a surreal feel, brilliant poem my friend.

[Sujash I. Purna]

wonderful work!

[Rossen]

My little blurb: crying echoes stolen by the selfish winds ~

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Death and spinster collide in an epic prose of self doubt and self worth, beautifully written in a battle context with raw emotion, well done.

[JustNeedToBeHappy]

Aw this is fantastic :) The way the words are bound together, like nihilism in a syringe.