I am always all over the emotion Wheel when I am creating And spilling ink As I feel the full scope of the Emotions Like carrying a child to term It is joyous and painful And yet I do it every **** day
As I spill my ink I feel like an octopus Ink every where But I still have to design that Tattoo And write this poem Though painful at times Emotionally It will be well with The spilled ink
Spilled ink Isn’t about tattoos but it is About pain and emotion The feeling that get spilled In the creative process But will be a pain to Repair that is spilled ink When you put your heart In everything
These are the words that I despise I shall not tell you What words Nor why I hate these words For they are Hateful Evil And Just plain stupid To say Why do people say offensive Slurs I will never know
I walk the streets Looking for friends I walk the streets in The middle of the night As I am in search of Of friend life forms But only to Be met with hate Only to be ridiculed Only to be Forced to fit in
As I am writing in my diary I would say how my day Is going As I am writing in my diary I write about a Good song I heard As I am writing in my diary The first entry I would Write the Good the bad and the ugly