Something New

You can try to

write something new

but

it has been too long

and I cant

remember

how to

play

this game

anymore

maybe if I

close my eyes

the words will

come

of course

the words will

come

but

it is a

matter

of

remembering

the

words

and

that is

something

I cannot do

anymore

and the ink --

the ink

stopped

flowing

the day

I

stopped

painting

words

for

you

I can

always try

to play this

game again

but it is a

game

I can

never win at

so I have

to stop

 

you

will always have

the

dried

ink

that I

spilled on

your

heart.

Author's Note

What is poetry, really?

Reviews

[Vian]

I love your work. What the hell is this? Why can you forgo apostrophes and do these things with your words and still get me like this? Why do your words mean so much? You put out these stupidly simple concepts, its like you're telling a blind person the sky is blue- but I'm not blind! I knew the sky was blue but somehow your words just-! I don't know what to say. This isn't even especially close to my heart, these words don't align that much with Lord Vian. What are you? Thank you for the words, as much as I hate you for doing this to me.

[Vian]

Sorry, I was rather vulgar and violent with my words. I love your work, thank you.

[Chadvonswan]

I like the commentary! Its different, like red ice falling from the sky and destroying my sodden sod. Thank you for being honest. I feel most people who leave comments are just writing fake s**t to get me to read their s**t. But you --- you were vulgar and violent and that is just plain f*****g fun. thanks for reading Lord Vian

[ZackOfBridge]

Poetry is poison. I hope that the pixelated ink starts flowing for the both of us again

[Chadvonswan]

ZAK..........................

[ZackOfBridge]

Monsieur Réagan