(no subject)
Fluid motion
A pen dances across paper
Improvised in attempt to be stunning
If only the ink burned as bright as the subject
The paper would be scorched
Leaving the land below imparted with a piece of irrational beauty
This is still my favorite poem that I've written. Maybe it's the attatchment to the subject matter. Regardless, it's the only one I'm not ashamed of in any way.
A pen dances across paper
Improvised in attempt to be stunning
If only the ink burned as bright as the subject
The paper would be scorched
Leaving the land below imparted with a piece of irrational beauty
This is still my favorite poem that I've written. Maybe it's the attatchment to the subject matter. Regardless, it's the only one I'm not ashamed of in any way.