Paper Cut Eyes

Flaming Ink

Hey guys! This is my last poem for this book. Please give me feedback on my poetry! I will still write. Should I continue to post on wattpad?

Thanks for sticking with me this long.

HzEeSl

Flaming Ink

When I close my eyes and still my mind,

I can feel the surge of words flowing in.

Like flaming ink, images cascade through my vains,

beggin to be let out,

from the tip of my tongue

to the pen in my hand.

Smearing my soul in alphabetized patterns

all over the page,

my creation starts to take life.

Two-physical dimensions,

opening the door to a boundless world.

For that second or two my mind allows me a hushed moment,

to let my newest creation speak,

a moment of calm seas,

before the tide rises once more.

This rush of words might never truly leave me in piece,

but I'm afraid without it,

the pieces missing are just to extensive.