Yelling at Paper

A short poem about what writing means to me, I hope you find that you have this in common.

Yelling at Paper

My life lays scrawled around me

In stacks of lined paper

The pages take me back in time

The times both good and bad

I scratch out the bad

I crumple the pain

I erase the print

I highlight the good times

I make them stand out

So they jump at me and call “Remember Me”

When I read the writing

I wonder am I yelling my pain and happiness at paper;

Or writing for others?

Author's Note

Please review, would also like to know if this was a true poem to you as authors on here. Thanks,

Reviews

[xNote_to_selfx]

This is really good. I liked it.

[*skittlez*]

i would say the same thing as sadDanishemokid and kelsie stark did

[FallenHeroXx]

So f-ing brilliant. I've often wondered about the same thing :) good writing keep it coming :)

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

I like this, but just my opinion: "I crumple the pain

I erase the print"
I'd put: "I crumple the print
I erase the pain."

[SilentDreamer]

Well I'm not a published poet/author but I really like this it's so true. Great job

[Marie Harrison]

I wonder that too. I think I write mostly for myself. But I yearn to tell my story to others too. Loved this write. It's thought provoking for a writer.