non ars poetica

Member since 2002 · Posted 20 Jul 2002 · 3 comments

I penetrated my hand with the pencil hoping that blood of poet will cover the page . The red liquid will flood the whiteness of the paper and I shall drink it greeddly till the last drop till my being feels the ardent artistic drunkenness .I shall devour famished the space between infertile white and living purpure - the abyss . I'll touch my face knowing that's me . I'll touch the sheet knowing that's me .

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[7] nentwined 20-Jul-02/10:28 PM Reply

I like this; not sure why, but I like it. :)

[8] horus8 5-Aug-02/10:53 PM Reply

i touch me! but feel ...you? yes..you!.

[5] poetandknowit 9-Sep-02/11:53 PM Reply

Good idead lost in odd style.