Splattering Words

Splatter you words cross the pages,
Like blood spilled in battle,
The sentences that enrage,
Your soul trapped in a cage,
Turn the page,
Your fingers move full throttle.

You write down the words,
You pour sweat and tears,
And what’s it all for?
To ease your fears,
Release your demons,
In a show of force,
Over the many years,
With no remorse.

I punch a wall every night,
Through the use of the letters,
Releasing my demons as the stars shine bright,
My words at best are unfettered.

Straight from my heart,
To your eyes,
I eagerly await your replies,
At least it’s a start,
To finding myself,
Mending the pieces which fell apart.

The words are like needles,
The sentences thread,
Mending my soul,
Which once lay dead,
Resuscitation is now in session,
Every night before I go to bed.

I write from the soul,
Report on places nobody goes,
Trekking through my psyche,
Perhaps a lot like yours?
Maybe it bores,
Maybe it rings cords,
But either way my spirit soars,
Above the trivialities of life,
And others words which cut into my heart like a knife,
This is my life,
I live to write,
And no one can tell me it is wrong or right.

ohhh, a poem about writing to express yourself! cool... and you do it well =)

i think writing is a beautiful thing... i think it's saddening to know that people don't write, like the way they used to... especially among the younger generations. instead, they resort to technology. i know, i'm not handwriting something here... but you're far away and i don't have much choice =)

you're a poet. that's nice to see. sometimes i feel like we're running out of them... but you know what's great about poets? they write to feel, and they feel to write. they speak truths, ones that everyone else is afraid of unveiling... i think poets are courageous. =)