Ink-stained

Ink-stained

A Poem by Cassidy Mask

My fingers are

Ink-stained

They glow, radiant

As they carry my words

Across this

Blank white page.

My lips whisper

The future

As my eyes follow,

Tracing each loop

And curve.

 

I’m smiling

But I’m terrified.

 

That’s okay

You say

This isn’t meant

To be easy.

© 2010 Cassidy Mask


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EMP
you're soooo good :'( it makes me jealous.
i like the use of colour, it engages me more. :D and i like the imagery 'my lips whisper the future' (my favourite line.) going in my favourites. flipping heck. love it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Bloody hell. Again, I love it.

I'm not sure I can be much more constructive than that at this point.

Love how you used the grey back ground for 'Blank white page'
xx

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Cassidy Mask
Cassidy Mask

Singapore



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