Nylee
Nylee
Feb 17

Pen and paper in hand
And many empty lines
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.
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Mind daydreaming
many thoughts streaming .
but the paper remains uninked.

#paper   #pen   #uninked  
IrieSide
IrieSide
Feb 16

I live in a dying vessel

#sacrifice   #red   #clock   #paper   #blade   #glass   #mortality   #gray   #news  

i was once a piece
of beautiful paper,
cut into a heart-shape,
colored with red and
neatly placed at the left
side of my chest.

and then you came
with your heart on fire,
i am enchanted by your warmth
that i let you embrace me.
but i never thought that your fire,
would burn me down.

i was once a piece
of beautiful paper.
but now,
i am no more than
a piece of small gray particles,
ashes,
forgotten ashes
scattered by the wind

never be found

©IGMS

Seemingly small and insignificant,
It sits atop my finger, like a bird perched on a branch.
A symbol of great power,
Yet shrunken and frail as paper.
Its hidden beauty rivals those of
Aphrodite.
My love for it swells
Like a well after a heavy rain.
Oh, this paper crown,
Its simple beauty
Is a gold as pure as any other.
Its paleness is greater than snow,
Its weight light, but heavier than
the empire it represents.
This paper crown, worthy of a Queen.

This was written for a class project
#society   #beauty   #a   #paper   #to   #crown   #responsibility   #ode   #royalty  

The marriage of pen to paper gives birth to poetic imagery.
So full of life that its authentic nature can be felt every time you read.
My heart nurtured in its soil so deep that my mind thinks poetically. Aligned with the body and soul, I become poetically whole.

Inkveined
Inkveined
Jan 26

I can tell my secrets to the paper and it won't betray me

I can write my soul into the ink and I won't, misportrayed, be

A strong desire of mine is this:

To meet people like ink and paper is my wish

Wrote this late last year
#life   #society   #friendship   #ink   #paper  

Pressed perfect leaflet papers
printed in black-and-white.

Squares of thin tree bark
scattered on the table.

Your warm, rough hands
fitted in tight gloves.

Your wide smile
teeth like pearls all
clustered nicely and

I can't help but swell
a bit inside

admiring
the twist of your lips
and the flicks of your eyes
with a nose that changes
shape in the light.

But it's not your face
that intrigues but
the organ in between
the space of skull

called a brain

which you use, delightfully so
expansive and ever expanding.

You have an eager fondness
for learning and retaining information

and it arouses me.

Like the frailty
of those printed papers
my tenderness

for you

envelopes, caressing
your knowledge like
a streamline submarine
diving through dark waters

slippery and unafraid

to get wet.

If you're a pencil,
then I'm the paper,
We're perfect together,
but not forever.

Lean on me,
tell me your deepest lies.
Show me your true self,
what's under that disguise.

Spill your secrets,
Color me grey
Tear off my edges,
Mean what you want to say.

Fill me up
With your darkest thoughts.
Leave me stranded,
Alone in your room.
Let me down
With your fancy words,
And leave me to my doom.

I'll shrivel up over the ages.
With your secrets locked inside.
But you'll forget me and move on,
For the world I have died.

Because I existed
only for you
for your smiles
and the pictures you drew.
But I guess I was stupid
you never even knew
how much
I truly...
Loved You...

And now I'm just a forgotten broken sheet of endless memories with no purpose...
#broken   #sad   #depression   #sadness   #memories   #you   #paper   #broke   #ripped   #heartbroke  

I lost my sanity back when he lost me,
knowing that he was the words
and I was the paper.

I could never be as good as I used to be,
knowing that I was his girl
and we were forever.

He lost the best of him,
and she found herself.

#words   #lost   #writing   #paper   #wrote   #forever   #sanity   #written   #herself   #helost  

It’s nothing but a paper town,
paper people with a paper smile.
I feel like I’m living in a paper town.

I have a paper sister crying her paper tears in this paper town.
trying to drag me down into her paper town while,
She’s living her paper lies for a few paper years with her paper smile.

It’s nothing but she’s living in a paper town.
With her paper mother telling her paper lies, every once in a while,
trying to convince me that I was raised in a paper town.

When I knew the truth & all she knew was paper lies in her paper town.
She’s living her paper life with a paper smile
& with her paper truths in her paper town.

I have a paper sister crying her paper tears in this paper town.
trying to drag me down into her paper town while,
She’s living her paper lies for a few paper years with her paper smile.

Here's a more updated version of my poem. I had to update it to use it in my creative writing project book, and I honestly like my updated version a lot better. I made this one kind of lyrical, but it totally the same as my old one.
#lyrics   #green   #town   #writing   #paper   #wrote   #written   #john   #papertown   #johngreen  
 
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