I reduce my pen to a sword,
As I violently
penetrate the naked page,

At last, an honest poem.

We should never write on
                          another's page.

If your book is blank.
  
Just remember,
             that a single line
                can mean more
than a page full of there nonsense.

And as effortlessly as that,
You had me cracked
You chipped away at my cold exterior
Dodging shards of ice until I was no longer hard
My frozen heart exposed to the warmth of your hands slowly melting away with the steady breeze of your breath
Incapsulated in the prison of your knuckles
Only for you to drop my heart in search of another
Another that’s slightly warmer
Slightly more hospitable
And slightly more lovable than I am.
I guess my coldness could freeze everything, except your love for me.

my brain vomited
onto the page
all squiggles
and misspellings
unpunctuated
heiroglyphics
a secret language
only i
could understand
not prose
not poetry
not correct
just me
my pen
wreaks havoc
on unruled
paper
i am errant
i am irritable
i am irreverent
i am making
my way

I stare at the page
dreading the graphite
hating the outline
the color
the face

Hating everything I do
I can't stop it
I can't like it
it's stupid

You say I'll make it big
that I'll be famous one day
that I'll get the equipment

But I despise it
my art is so dull
so unbearably bland
who would want this art
the art on my blank page?

You say I'm fine
just the way I am
just the way I smile and talk and laugh
lights up your day

but I think you're a liar
you hate me
you hate being around me
you hate everything I do

And you say I need food
Ha!
'Eat' I don't need to eat
I don't need food
I don't deserve food

I stare at the page
with a smile on my face
tears glinting in my eyes
hating that you still
believe
in me.

i am an artist
silversmith of masterpieces
worn out scratches
of pencil lead and inked out memories
the fire on the candle
burns, lighting up my head
and guiding me to a crisp,
blank page
my heavy breath, my heavy heart
blows it out in dark puffs of steam
the smoke is singing!
i’ve lost the light and brought my soul back home