Arteries Equal Sources of Inspiration

by Nix   Oct 28, 2008

Veins are inkpots,
writers do not write, they bleed across the papers.
Horizons, which they build, may seem to you
purple or gray,
but actually they are weaved from concentrated blood.
It can look like we are lying,
imagine or narrate,
but we only present our wounds.
We do not create. We die.


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  • 14 years ago

    by mier

    I cannot define how awed and blown away I was after reading this incredibly written poem. The impact of this poem just made me go wide-eyed and speechless. How do you do that? I love you intertwine the words together to create such a beautifully imaginative image, with a tinge of melancholia.

    "Veins are inkpots,"

    Your words bring me places where I thought ceases to exist. It's only when I read them that I realize what a meaningful impact it has on me.

    "writers do not write, they bleed across the papers"

    and when you added these lines to it, they left such a deep impact on me, leaving me to muse over it long after reading it. There is just something mysterious in the way you write, how you deliver a subject or emotion that is thoughtful yet subtly haunting.

    I really look forward to reading more from you.

  • 15 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    This such a dark and deep write... so wonderfully penned...

    Veins are inkpots,
    writers do not write, they bleed across the papers.

    ^^ the starting is so captivating... it makes you to read on... very unique imagery you have described here... i interpreted the blood as our views, our emotions that take the form of words on paper...

    but we only present our wounds.
    We do not create. We die.

    ^^ this is indeed very dark...
    this write is so diffrent in its own way...
    the way you have picturised and penned your views ...

    excellent write indeed ...
    keep writing..

  • 15 years ago

    by Melpomene

    Although I nominated this for the weekly contest I didn't get the chance to actually leave a comment, so here I am now. Hopefully late is better then never.

    The meaning behind this piece is quite clear to the audience. As I was reading I picked up on the meaning straight away but was still dragged in by the depth of the meaning. It really caught my attention due to the truth I believe was wandering within each line. The first line really was interesting. It held something that alot of poetry doesn't, a real begining.

    "Veins are inkpots,
    writers do not write, they bleed across the papers"

    The lines above were of course my favorites. I really can't explain this but whilst I was reading the piece I felt a calm sensation wash over my atmosphere. It was as though you painted a tranquil enviroment even though the words you used weren't necessarily calm they were some what dark which to me represents the emotions a writer does feel.

    What more can I possibly say about this piece, rather then I adored it and found it to be really interesting. I don't know why but the title wasn't that interesting for me but something made me read this poem and i'm glad of that. Well done. Another amazing write from you.


  • 15 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    "It can looks like we are lying,"
    `Looks should be look?

    Interesting write. Very unique. I kind of interpreted it a different way I'm sure. I thought that you were trying to use veins and connect the flow of blood throughout the veins to writing and how that is similar?
    I guess this poem could have been a big metaphor right..? Interesting, you definatly got me thinking. Thanks for sharing. 5/5.