Inked

@HeatherAnne

Living In Rhymes.

I don't think in music. I don't think in lines. I don't think in canvases. No. I think in rhymes. I don't speak in eloquence. I don't speak in prose. I don't speak in coloured tongue.

@bryanrobertheap

Doodlewords

My poems are just doodlewords, They don't take long to write. I observe the world around me, By ear, by nose or sight. By then my brain has started, To note a line or two.

@tetti2

Self Empowerment

Let me draw on you, Sketch on you, Paint on you, Picture it on you. I want to look at every inch of your perfection, A perfection I can only dream of touching.

@HeatherAnne

There Aren't The Words.

I don't know how to put my words down with ink and script. It's like my pen has all run dry, it's suddenly tight-lipped. I try to make me literate, to tell you how I feel.

@HeatherAnne

Purple Stripes!

My hair is changed, Once again, Keeping one colour's Such a pain... It's still blonde, But stripes along The bottom and They're nice and long.

@were

Language?!

All I see is anger Writhing in my head Burning, churning Hot, bright red You wanted Poetry. Come along You may just see I'll show you Everything I've got Will you take it. Maybe not.

@littleone

More Then Words

It's all just words, And it's all just ink. But it's really much more, A lot more come to think. It's letters and sentences, It really is my heart. Writing is my future, My end and my start.

@PoppyA

You drag your needle through my skin, Makes me feel alive, Feels like a sin. You drag the needle here and there, Round my ankle, down my foot, That's it - just here.