Blank paper, ready for me to go into depth. Ready for me to express my feelings, and run into an unexplored land with the words and emotions I can't describe.
Blank paper, an image before the art created. A inatimate substitute, hiding behind it's real unsignificance.
Blank paper, a carrige to the imagination, a wall built for the uncreative, a settlement for the laws inside us. Waiting to be torn apart, waiting to be torn into art.
Blank paper, drips of blood, scribbled note, a last goodbye, a tear not cried, a cut more deep, a last resort, blank paper.
Author notes
Written April 9th, 2006
A contest entry
- The rush hour by -PumpkinSeeds-.
350 points, ended April 9, 2006, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I quite enjoyed this piece. You have described perfectly and poetically, blank paper through the eyes of an author. It is almost as if it is indeed a relationship with its ups and downs. This is very well done !
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Hiya 'Spaztic'
Haha the untold secret that lies behind blankness.
A mystery to all, but it's nice to know others views, and the meanings you've given are great!
Tickled my fancy just right! haha.
Sp mistake, unsignificance I think should be insignificance.
carrige I think should be carriage. If I think the same as you.
Great job!
God bless you 'Spaztic'...Sadie
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wonderful
Wow, very wonderful write, dark, sad and full of emotion. An excellent poem. Good luck to you in this contest!! Jasminerose
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very good
a very good write my friend not my usual kind of read but good ,wishing you well in the contest keep up the good work .
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