the pen drills down
to skulls and skeletons,
it surfs outerspace-
to outerbody experiences.
gives you the power to explore
the deepest realm of your imagination,
the darkest aspect of your heart.
it allows you to be yourself
and everyone else. it ties together
one string of intricate moments,
transforms them into one beautiful
state of being.
it presents the power of reflection;
reflecting a perspective that holds the ability
to change everything.
the ink stains the pages
that inspire. the ink is dried blood
from slit wrists, leaking truth onto the page.
vulnerability, flaws, the rawest form of
struggle and love are revealed, they seep deep
into each and every page, they imprint into the mind.
whoever they are-
perhaps the majority,
they say actions speak louder than words.
for the writer,
words speak volumes.
words touch hearts.
words change lives.
tell a writer they’ll make no difference
and they’ll write a book you could not fathom.
for no mind is as creatively nurtured
nor intense, intricate, or intelligent
as the artist-
who paints the world
and somehow makes
every part of it beautiful.
by: allison ryder