Poetry and Passion part 3

This... is going to take a while, isn't it?

So, this is one i wrote outside of my course and i'm pretty proud of it.

Tearstained pages.

Injecting ink into her veins,
Slowly and painfully
The ink grows into a tree,
Rooting itself in her blood, her mind,
That she may never escape.

Tears fall over,
But she doesn’t stop.
And the flesh smiles,
Like a grotesque,
Gaping maw.

Stained by blood
and by tears
The sheets crumple
And from the white,
Comes a red,
Overflowing.

Falling off the sheets,
onto the desk,
Dripping onto the floor.

Or was that the ink
Staining the sheets
With tears?
Toppled from its place,
Reaching for the fallen pen.

Those tearstained pages
Are her last words
For the world.

Not complete,
but as if the world itself
Stopped her,
An unnatural
jagged line.

Her last words.

Those tearstained pages
Hold true to her.

To do with authors and their struggle when writing. I'm kind of sort of on soundcloud now? Sooooo here's a link!

Abracadabra!

The above link is to tearstained pages. I have another link here for "Death, my love"

Boom!

Ta-Da!

The soundcloud thing was just something new I was trying, but if you like my poems and recitations, I could always do more recordings. I'm game for it! Just leave a comment or something and I'll get to it.