Bad Effects Of Sticky Ink
I’m a stupid stupid eccentric poet
Knew better then anyone
Not to walk this narrow pathway
That there are no turn offs
...Just a dead drop.
Still I took that first step
Clicked the pen, and ran blue ink
In delicate all-too-legible lines
(not as delicate as the slender
lines of him)
It’d be wildly wishful thinking on my part
To deny outright, my curious behavior
(brought the wrong attention over and over)
Drew his gaze, I couldn’t possibly decipher
(in my present condition)
No immortal enemy could damage me
Like this blue sticky ink on the pages
(it drew focus on everything about him)
My shadow forced to walk beside
Tickled by his breath
Ink stains are permanent..
(like thoughts of him)
Tried to bleach the curve of his shoulders
Washing repeatedly, to remove the sound of his voice
As ink.. did not fade..
(everything just faded around him)
Should’ve seen that coming
Tired of the heavy silence between the lines
The tormented echoes in my “e’s”
The ink poisoning that’ll never kill me outright
(just soak softly through the page)
Bleeding straight through
I loathe this horrible horrible pen
(darkening my world the color of his eyes)
This place I come to eat, makes me thick
With sadness, watching him in close proximity
(too close to touch)
I don’t even know his name
Stupid stupid poet
I’m a stupid stupid eccentric poet
Knew better then anyone
Not to walk this narrow pathway
That there are no turn offs
...Just a dead drop.
Still I took that first step
Clicked the pen, and ran blue ink
In delicate all-too-legible lines
(not as delicate as the slender
lines of him)
It’d be wildly wishful thinking on my part
To deny outright, my curious behavior
(brought the wrong attention over and over)
Drew his gaze, I couldn’t possibly decipher
(in my present condition)
No immortal enemy could damage me
Like this blue sticky ink on the pages
(it drew focus on everything about him)
My shadow forced to walk beside
Tickled by his breath
Ink stains are permanent..
(like thoughts of him)
Tried to bleach the curve of his shoulders
Washing repeatedly, to remove the sound of his voice
As ink.. did not fade..
(everything just faded around him)
Should’ve seen that coming
Tired of the heavy silence between the lines
The tormented echoes in my “e’s”
The ink poisoning that’ll never kill me outright
(just soak softly through the page)
Bleeding straight through
I loathe this horrible horrible pen
(darkening my world the color of his eyes)
This place I come to eat, makes me thick
With sadness, watching him in close proximity
(too close to touch)
I don’t even know his name
Stupid stupid poet
Author notes
Ah yes... the latest installment of my horrid little romantic misadventures.
Begins with "Rubber Octopus", then "Tea Soaked Frustration", then "Mislead Desire", to "Reversed Order", to "Smooth Glass", then "Staring Off". This is my bent end little tail.
Written March 19th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Everything About Love by .
360 points, ended February 28, 2006, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Drew his gaze, I couldn’t possible decipher"
did you mean "possibly" for "possible"?
This is the first piece that you had the same same word repeated where it actually seemed to work in every instance in which you used the repetition.
I think this is a better piece of the series. I think what you need to do is take those less than not poems and accentuate them to be like this one and that other one I said was good. That way you can make the entire series seem strong.
A good piece that you have written here.
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Absolutely stunning. This poem left me speechless. Completely orginal and creative. I've never read anything like it. Amazing work and thank you for entering.
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i thinks its brilliant.
keep it up.
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not bad
I am not fond of lost love poems, so this isn't really my cup of tea. However, you've handled it well enough, all in all. -
Great job!! The metaphor stands out really well here and the pain of your unrequited love is strong within this piece!! Thankyou for taking the time to enter this contest, i really appreciate it!!
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cool
Whoa. This poetry is dark...bitterness of love still. And yeah, I can feel the pain of the persona as she write something for the guy she doesn't even know. Pain - yes, that's it. I love that. Pen? Good job! The Pen horrifies me. Good luck pal.
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Okay by me
Well this is good writing and yes I have felt the sticky ink way and yes I forgot whatever the poet's name was. This happens like as they say s--t happens. You did okay. -
Quite Extraodinary
This one was so very intense and brought forth the feeling fromt the very beginning that you were not at all talking about a pen... Great Write.. -
very interesting. i liked how you ended your poem, an epitome of stupidity. the ink theme is consistent. and i like in particular how your thoughts of "him" (who is he?) is compared to permanent ink stains.. but i seem to disagree. anyway, good form. and good flow. congratulations and goodluck to the contest.;-)
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great
interesting read i found myself feeling bad for you and a little confused so i say congrats on a job well done. -
Just crossed my mind - hope you don't mind I find this amusing - you should feature these series of poems under the creed "my muse works in a Chinese restaurant". Overall interesting good writing. Enjoyed.
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^^ I like it; I feel really bad for you, which means you did a good job with this write ^^; I love the whole "ink" theme this piece revolved around---it was pure genius! How do you think of this stuff?
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