Poetry Slam!!!!
For lack of a better idea I am going to start publishing some of the quasi religious poetry I have written in the past. Some of these pieces are several years old. Today's poem only works if you think about it actually being handwritten, which it was, sometime during college.
I crucify self upon this page
Wooden cross pulp the paper made
I've driven pens through my hands
For Ink
To write red words
and save my sinful poetry
I crucify self upon this page
Wooden cross pulp the paper made
I've driven pens through my hands
For Ink
To write red words
and save my sinful poetry
Comments