Tear Stained Pages

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about my passion for poetry.

Submitted: July 06, 2011

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Before me lies a fancy, black notebook
My exclusive, canvas for showcasing my pain
The pen begins to dance seductively across the page
Accompanied by the dampness of fresh tear stains

Moistening the words,
softly washing away the ink
Vandalizing my history, haunting me
To the point where I can't think

My poetry is my birthmark
And the words are my tattoos
Leaving the meaning in the hands
Of the audience to pursue

Never will I ever let
an obstacle get in the way
Of my undeniable passion
the perpetrator I'd have to slay

You'd have to pry it from my cold, dead fingers
Strip my flesh completely bare
At the end of the day I'll still have
my achievements to declare

I refuse to let narcissistic, egotistical maniacs
Manipulate my identity and diminish my pride
Nor will I allow them to blackmail me
Forcing me to agree to see things eye to eye

I am a poet and my words are important to me
You have to learn to accept that this is who I am
And I will remain this way for the rest of my life
Bite me for all I care I don't give a damn


 


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