Ink

A room in this imagination of mine

 

Ink

 

I smile for what I will become then shed a tear for

who I am,

after a glimpse of my dream the imagination runs for

miles but the moment reality pinches me everything is

saturated in flames,

Barbed-wire embraces my future like a frame, 

intimidating me from pursuing the picture frustration

persuaded me to gaze into the eyes of what I love and

speak hate.  

Sadness strengthens my wings but I'd rather walk and

be happy some might interpret this like asking a blind

man to trade,

but its nearly impossible to follow the chords to the

song another man's heart plays,

He says He arises for the needy' sighing lately I've

been unable to speak but yesterday I could whisper

God please?

I only hope He heard the tears that came after me

smiling,

Only if I could jump in His arms when I see demons in

the distance coming after me smiling,

I look at the shadow of death I live in as making it

possible so the people that will be formed out of me

their eyes will never know black tears and their face

will only understand smiling.

Yesterday tasting ones last breath wasn't even in the

equation,

today there exist nothing more beautiful than dying, 

I want to walk through a park with the sense of touch

I'm too used to flying,

Let  me speak a prayer in which I feel GOD's face

because my hands are cut deep from blocking the echo

of my soul crying.

I am as an easel firmly holding nothing standing tall

as it evolves into a startling masterpiece,

 my feet are as the first strokes after its complete

my eyes fade like stars after sunrise,

 my voice is like footprints at night I have nothing

but one hope to dream away the time, 

instead of grasping my own life an empty page will

save me alive,

when tomorrow comes with a different pen I will

write...

 When tomorrow comes with another fear I will fly.

 Its an open door with a threshold only children can

cross,

 the knob rotates with each chilling thought.

The door is pushed in further after death's eyes

blink,

not air but I live because of ink.

 

Author's Note

Just taking it back... This is one of the poems I composed when I first started writing.

Reviews

[Mr. Deft Diction]

I have to say that this is a marvelous read. I also feel as if you've found this so early, and the sentiments that you express are what I found in myself, just recently. I now walk with my pen and my pad, and feel nothing like myself if I don't write. Something just isn't right....

Quite the scribe, young fella....this was beautiful.

Keep going.

Peoples

[Sel Whiteley]

I found this poem really resonant. The imagery was masterful and compelling and the voice emotive. The lines that stood out most were:

its nearly impossible to follow the chords to the
song another man's heart plays,

but the way you captured a world, of sorrow, of writing as cartharsis, and of a more beautiful tomorrow, the way you put all your hopes and fears and dreams into this poem, utterly incredible. I read and reread the poem, trying to absorb the beauty and power of each line.

[Bill Grimes Jr.]

"when tomorrow comes with a different pen I will

write..."

the hope remains.....the poet lives deep within the shell........despite the obstacles......We write because we must.....it sets us free........it's quite simply what we do.......I love the fluid way your thoughts flow Marvin.........They dance with independence.......then tie together nicely for the larger message......Well done my friend. You write with great presence and confidence..........so it shall be.......

Peace,

Bill :-)

[C.R. Moore "Lasla"]

I like the way your emotion flows into the words written blending with the ink unto the paper ..excellent!

Lasla

[Dalaina Renee]

Beautiful job!

[Spat Queen]

You just put your whole self into your work. It really shows. I love the last line.

[Donald Meikle]

As do I and every druid in me

[Bhavya Kaushik]

This is great..so deep!
Very thoughtful and philosophical indeed..
Great work!!

[Dizzy-Izzy]

I sit here in humble admiration of one who has found his voice, so young. This was really good Marvin...Thank you

Kristina

[Li Li]

Bob-wire embraces my future like a frame (did you mean barbed-wire?)

I wish I could hear you speak with your words. I try and speak openly with what you have written, and feel so many places where I am not putting forth what you, as the writer, would reveal. You ahve a sense of rhythm that ties all these words together... I would almost want to call that bind, emotion.

It's obvious you have a drop of your own blood intertwined with the ink you write...... I am not often captured by the writing of others... but you have a mystified sense of penmanship charm.

Bless.

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This one has some great images and could easily be turned into a fantastic song with a bit of work. "I live because of ink"...It is so helpful to write, isn't it! Thanks for sharing one of the first poems! What a lovely treasure!