Writing Utensil

Do you ever hate that you're a writer?

Pencil, marker, crayon, ink
Jot down everything I think
Write it clear, write it nice
Or you’ll have to pay the price

Replaceable instrument
Put up no argument
You are mine to control
Though you make me whole

I can snap you in half
I can set you on fire
I can go buy another
Yet you’ll never tire

Stupid graphite
To which I hold tight
You do not own me
But you do set me free

I can leave you in class
I can hand you off to a friend
I can drop you in mud
But you’ll never end

Secret spiller
Silence killer
I do so hate you
No, I love it too!

I can lose you
Break you
Burn you
Still
Everything you helped me write
Will ever light up my night
And keep me awake just as it should
Though sometimes I wish I could
Scrap them all
Let them fall
Go away
Be quiet, stay!

I can hide you away
I can punish myself
But, pencil, pen, crayon
I can’t help myself

Author's Note

No, I'm not going to stop writing! Calm yourselves! I needed to get some emotion out. I just constantly feel like writing poetry right now...

Reviews

[A]

I wasn't sure what you meant by this piece but the more I read the more I understood. I must say though that I don't ever hate being a writer. I love it :) I do love this piece however. I like how you go from hating it and then explaining how you love it. Oh and your author's not made me laugh. "No, I'm not going to stop writing! Calm yourselves!" Random :) Otherwise...Great poem! :)

[Evanlyn Hanes]

It's a great poem. It really struck me how whenever you hold something in, it's not good for you, and writing helps get it out. I really liked the 'pay the price' part. I look forward to reading more of your work.

[Krazy On The Outside]

I love this poem so much!
One of my favorites ever!
I really like how you talk about hating it and then saying that you love it.