sentenced

writing can be a torture almost as bad as not writing

I wear my heart on paper
Ink fills my veins like blood
reviews cut like a razor
but I’m addicted to the pen.

I pump words with every heartbeat
I hoard paragraphs in my room
I take interjections like a junkie
I wear verbs like a parfum.

I’m feeling the contractions
as I erase awkward phrases
I write sad poems that feel like skin.
and fill sheets of diary pages

I blush at lurid pronouns
that I conjure then,
I consider putting word-play off
but I’m sentenced to the pen
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*Inspired by Michael R. Burch's poem: At the Natchez Trace

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful. The words danced to perfect ending.
"I blush at lurid pronouns
that I conjure with my pen.
I consider putting word-play off
but I’m sentenced to the pen"
I understand the above lines. I started writing at 11 years old. I was a reader and I was reading the adult book like Jack London and Hemingway at nine years old. Good to be a word-man or word-woman. Thank you Anais for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[anais.vionet]

i love reading too! It sounds like you’re a super-reader - which sounds like an awesome start for a kid.

[Coyote Poetry]

It was and I kept reading. Later in life. You can travel and all the places, you read about. You can see. Have some fun dear Anais and stay safe.

[light and ashes]

This is a really good piece. I really like your style of writing.