I love the statemeant "I turn to the pages/Where my pen/Lets me bleed". Vivid imagery...a nice poem.

i love the story this tells. "no rivers of crimson red yet still the world cuts me with words and past regrets" it somehow tells of something that was lost.

Wauw Hawke. This is one of your best if you ask me. Very, very good job, a beautiful poem.

Much love, Rosanna.

The ending did not seem to flow as well as everything else for me. It was deep and beautiful still.

Reminds me of my "Writer's Suicide". Love it! :) Glad to see you posting, hope you're doing okay! *hug*

Morning. Very well descibed and well depicted. I can see these things happening in my head. Words were used effectively and quite strongly. Keep up the great work and good job!

Ink stains my handsMy tears stain the pages-I think that’s the life of a writer (in a nutshell) right there!

When I feel the painFrom wounds blind to the eyeI turn to the pagesWhere my penLets me bleed-I love the devastating beauty of this; I can relate to it so much (maybe too much for my own good) but I really loved and enjoyed it. Keep up the good work.

Much love,Juliet.

Nice work! _ I like it lots. Write on!

Anna