Ink

The same ink that I use to write

Is spread over my body.

The needle hits the skin

penetrating deep into my pale white flesh

tearing through to make articulate lines over my body.

The vibration is soothing and puts me to ease

the smell of ink and disinfectant calms me.

The needle doesn't hurt

It creates the art that I long for

to decorate my body. 

Society thinks of me as a delinquent

as a nobody

as a hopeless case. 

But my tattoos reflect things that I love.

A bird on my left forearm for the death of my Nana.

Leonard Cohens Order Of The Unified Hearts to show that we are all connected in love.

Body Electric in an electric blue heart to show my love for Lana Del Rey.

A lotus on my sternum to show the renewal of life and the peaceful tranquility of a flower who sits calmly on the water. 

And even if they had no meaning

I wouldn't provide justification

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I have enjoyed your work.
"Society thinks of me as a delinquent
as a nobody
as a hopeless case.
But my tattoos reflect things that I love."
I have tattoos. Each with meaning and purpose. I liked the complete poem and the above lines. Honest and good thoughts and words. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

If only ink ran through our veins. Our every movement would write stories over stories. Not only would we bleed art, but pump masterpieces. Oh, how ink can satisfy ones needs, and leave us so empty.

[breakthebrokenone]

ink does run through my veins and that is why i write so powerfully

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Its good to know, that Im not the only one with a black heart. Full of so much pain and hurt, but able to keep alive. Of course, I can see it clearly