Poems about paper

These pale little fingers
Are lavishly decorated:

Dried clay soil
Around and under jagged stubby nails
A pink crescent-moon scar
On the third one's second knuckle,
India Ink dried in drips and streaks
Deep whorl prints
Like no others- snowflakes, IDs

And slow to heal,
Painful to the touch,
These omnipresent little slashes,
Paper Cuts.

Emotions and feelings
Everything gets jumbled up
One word confused for another
Stuttering when you
Can't remember the right word
When you get so mad you can't speak
But if you write it all down
It gets so much simpler
Your words come out smoothly
Stuttering is merely pausing
But when you go back and read it
The words flow smoothly
No friction as you get angrier
Just one word after the other
Come to think of it
Everything seems to be
Simpler on paper

Words on paper
That's all I write
Nothing more to give insight

Words on paper
That's all it is
Do not fashion my words more than this

I do not write from my heart
My brain and it
They stay apart

My brain and my body
They go hand in hand
Searching the Internet for words to become
The Google master of this land

For if my brain and heart
Decided one day to not be apart
What a horrifically sad poem they'd write
How then just one word
Would bring a tear to the eye

So words on paper
That's all I will write
Until my eyes grow heavy
Till I succumb to the night

Words on paper
That's what I will do
*For I will not waste my heart's words
Lamenting over you

Tears trail familiar cheek bones.
Pick up your pen and paper
Chocked cries echo in silence.
Don't drop your pen and paper
Turmoil tears the inside.
Press down your pen to paper

Allow all the words to move you.
As your pen dances on paper
Let loose the ink to fly free and wild.
Just put your pen to paper
Wonderful worlds might crash and burn.
But you can put your pen to paper

Do you feel that healing magic?
As you remove your pen from paper
Can you feel your heart grow light?
As you rest your tired pen from paper
Do you know what it feels like?
*When you put your pen to paper

I drew a heart on paper because
Damn you can make it beat.
Really, you terrify me.

Eos was the titan of the dawn,
And that's where I am now,
Here at the beginning of my life,
Entering a healthier state,
Relying on myself.

The days are long in this summer hell,
Outside it burns like sulfur,
Never
Pleasing those who love the
Engulfing darkness.

Remember that I write to please myself
Because I don't care about the masses, I
Care
About
Us.

Silly
Excuses.

Words swim
Free-spirited assholes, never there
When i want them to be, just
Please
For once
Make me a sentence that will kick-start my brain
Into productivity
And i will be so grateful
Words laugh
At my rigid fingers, poised
Above the keyboard, swearing
In black-and-white
At the screen, as the words wait
In space above me, dangling
Teasing me, fuck this
Procrastinating again
And the only words that come to mind
Are not appropriate
For a university paper

LOOSE LEAF PAPER
TOO LIGHT
TO HOLD HEAVY WORDS
BREATH LIKE WATER VAPOR
PURE WHITE
WITH EYES LIKE BLOODSTONE

I'm going to spill over one day
And i won't be able to stop it

It'll all come pouring out
Down to the very last drop
Forming a pool of pent up emotions
Surrounding us and
Soaking our sneakers

And as soon as the last drop falls
I'll freak out and
Run for paper towels

But it won't be enough
Because it all poured out
And you soaked it in
And that'll be it

I'll be
E
M p
T
Y.
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And i'll never know until it happens
Whether you'll fill me back up
Or walk away from the mess

Part of me wants to know which
And the other part of me doesn't want to be left empty.