I Bleed On Paper.

Posted on by Narisa Wahlang Posted in PoetryTagged , , , , ,

It’s been a while since I wrote a poem and I thought it would be a great exercise to break the monotony of writing stories. I’m writing the first draft of a story I hope one day gets published and I just hit the 30k word count. I wrote this poem between the first draft and the short stories I post here. I hope you enjoy it. The featured image is taken from Pinterest.

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I bleed on paper

The plain white sheet soaking up the ink

Recording every idea

Along with the emotions linked.

Pouring blood, sweat and tears

To form a cohesive work of art

The pen tearing through the pages

To tell a grand story from the heart.

Of people, places and things

Born from imagination

Breaking down walls

The big blocks hampering creation.

18 thoughts on “I Bleed On Paper.”

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    Phil Huston says:

    No story so full of pain as a full pen
    And an empty head
    Yet by will it shall not be bled
    Only by the muse when she rise again

    Nice work! Writer’s block is a fiction. It means we’re not listening. The story is there always, waiting.

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