Silk

Words fall straight to my pen
Like silk
Like silk

Creamy and Cool.

I sense my fingertips begin to dance.
Anticipating the drop of ink,

First
Melancholy
then,
Dread,
Next Anguish,

Heavy words dominate my flow
True,
Real words are the only writing I know
The words that slide off the pen aren’t easy,
I call it paper bleeding,
It’s me screaming to be heard

So, I’ll keep dancing
Leaving drops of me along of the way
No matter what people say.
They still fall
Like silk
Like silk.

Obsessively, Incessantly with maddening hunger!

When I write, it always comes from personal experience. I only know how to write honestly. It’s soul cleansing.

Don’t forget the March Journal @uniquepoetry is coming up. Get your voice out there. Share your story.

Unique Poetry

Unique Poetry, an online Journal, has been up and running since January 1st, 2020. A personal project that is near and dear to my heart. Submit your best poetry! You can even submit it personally to me @ tina@uniquepoetry.com.

There are ALOT of talented people sharing some beautiful creations. Publish it and let the world taste it too!