InkA Poem by Brie-anne GaccioliI wrote this poem, I wish I could leave it untitled so you didn't have an instant thought of what it would be about. It would keep you wondering. It would let your imagination explore. -Brie-anneI choke them with ink,
I slash them with words, and I print them with pain. I click as they choke and don't care, the ink is poisoning their purities. It's damaging their outer cores. As I pull this impure damaged sheet from within me. I notice I created words. Not just any words. Unspoken words. Evil words. Full of possibilities and hope. Angry words of frustration. Sad words of despair and depression. Words of lust and love. Wonder and awe. Ink, the creator and killer of all words. © 2013 Brie-anne GaccioliAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 23, 2013 Last Updated on March 23, 2013 Tags: ink, life, print, printer, words, poetry, pain, slash, curiousity, possibilities, Brie-anneGaccioli AuthorBrie-anne GaccioliChatham, Ontario, CanadaAboutMy name is Brie-anne Gaccioli, I am 15 years old and I've been writing for awhile now... I sing, I write stories, and poetry... I am inspired by things most people miss in life. I am curious in almost.. more..Writing
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