the smell of ink is
intoxicating to me —
others may have wine
but I have poetry
ink
Inkside out
a writer tries valiantly
to transform his insides
into an intricate beautiful painting
and publish himself inside-out
for all the world to see
S.W.A.K.
Love letter: an inky heartprint.
Inside the lines, outside the box
Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines.
Vein
i bleed words,
ink drops, and
poetry merges —
blackish-crimson
autobiography
Fugue
Who traipsed over
the typewriter keys
and left wordprints
in black & red ribbon?