Death of Words

I very much enjoyed this poem. I love how you described words as "whispered ink". :)

Wow hun you never fail to suprise me. This poem was fantastic. It was very nicely written. I miss alllll the other poems you had up, but anyway. Great work.

Wow. This is amazing. Great Piece of poetry here Hunny.

There are not enough blank {pages}
for you to spill your words;
vomit of humiliation
shame and regrets,
sadness beyond recognition
the page is getting smaller.

Black ink filled every crevice
but you’re not done yet,
there is still so much more to say
words you’ve never spoken loud
just whispered in ink
across your heart.

Desperation
you need more space
the walls are covered
not an inch spared
for you to place
your blood, your ink.

The words pound in your head
poetry overload- headache
scream in frustration
words are slipping fast
vanished to a forgotten
place in your heart.

Never recovered,
the words of your soul
leaving, gone, dead
your scrambling with
aching, sweating fingers
to recover every word

Every line, but its lost
the paper is filled
yet still unfinished

Very imaginative, full of imagery yet to me the words are feeling hollow. I don’t know where you were going with this poem. Other then no matter how many words you throw out, none of them were the right ones, to describe the way you were feeling right? This:

Black ink filled every crevice
but you’re not done yet,
there is still so much more to say
words you’ve never spoken loud
just whispered in ink
across your heart.

Is brilliant. You really do have a way with words you just need to play to your strengths a bit better. Keep it up, and keep pouring your soul into your work, it’s a different style then mine and I respect it, but at the same time it becomes a critical obstacle in editing it because I don’t know the emotions well enough. Only you do. So remember they’re all suggestions.

Wow that was amazing and very suspensful nice poem maybe u can read one of mine 5/5