when dreams are forgotten [ink and heartache]

By Six-Out

I can't be a poet anymore.

pen.lines down the insides of these thoughts
that I'd die to call mine again.
I'm shaking in my metaphorical boots
only my hands are frozen to the times my mind
won't let me forget.

I hate nostalgia. but I long to remember.
and ink.stained memories make me wince
I can't write disasters my entire life.

and never expect to crumble.

the tears on this page are more distinguishable
than the words I try to form.
and my affliction leads to nothing but
[heartache] in the end.

my pen screams what my mouth won't.
and I bleed myself onto these fucking pages
or at least.

I used to.

poetic-suicide. is what I used to call this.
now I call it sanity.
and I love peace too much
.
to hold on to this pen.

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Published on Tuesday, July 18, 2006. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "when dreams are forgotten [ink and heartache]"

A former member wrote: I can feel you :)
A former member wrote: " my pen screams what my mouth wont"..."poetic suicide. is what I used to call this. now I call it sanity.".... damn .....powerful indeed...~RAIN~
On Saturday, August 12, 2006, Spiritus_Frumenti (340) wrote:

fuck man...this was beyond brilliant. it almost made me cry. i can relate to it so much. "I can't write disasters my entire life/and never expect to crumble".powerful...-l-
On Monday, August 7, 2006, LordBrosnian (44) wrote:

Excellent work. I don't usually enjoy free writing but I like your style. Excellent work!
A former member wrote: oh, jon. you'll always be a poet. it runs in your words, in your manners, truly. you're wonderful.
On Saturday, July 29, 2006, Cattarax (211) wrote:

sixie ... this hurt me to read it ... I know of what your speaking though .. I will deffinatly miss your words .. and poetic versus
On Tuesday, July 25, 2006, AniDayz (812) wrote:

...the evolution (dis.solution...(dillusion?)confusion)...of poetic.aRt and the heaRt who speaks through...the language can shift, as perception and under.standing comes forth...but what else to do, but to work with.in that flow...
A former member wrote: you are definitely in control of that pen... welcome to a new season. beautifully put.
A former member wrote: perhaps the beginning of.. happier times? but, resigning your pen will be like a heart without arteries. something isn't right.. though necessary for where you are headed.
A former member wrote: "I hate nostalgia. but I long to remember." Dude I'm in love with this line. Last 4 lines were a beat down as well. ~Ryan
On Wednesday, July 19, 2006, Alanarchy (1168) wrote:

Loved it. Particularly the second verse down. You make me proud to bleed black and blue as you do, woo hoo. This like that voo-doo. Beautiful work, jon.
A former member wrote: Jon, is anything about you what I expect? Your right, this is fucking better. I would attempt to give you an astronimical comment to go along with this piece of art...but I am at a lack of words
A former member wrote: Thank you Jon. Like always you have exceeded expectations. `Div
On Wednesday, July 19, 2006, Rachel (210) wrote:

I'm with sIo on this one.
On Wednesday, July 19, 2006, BroKen-GlaSSHeArT (69) wrote:

sometimes i feel like this, but in truth poetry keeps me sane^^
On Wednesday, July 19, 2006, sIo (898) wrote:

i smell danger.
On Wednesday, July 19, 2006, PoeticHellion (191) wrote:

Oh my God. Jon, I almost cried. You blow me away. And this: wow. Just, remember, you are amazing. Never let go. You will never fade away.
On Wednesday, July 19, 2006, kiss of the dark (32) wrote:

wow....."I can't write disasters all my life...and never expect to crumble." This was so gut-wrenching, I could feel your skin becoming cold...This was beautifully written, a gorgeous disaster.
A former member wrote: yeah, this is good... the poetry feeds us :) I know this feeling all too well though... I think all serious poets do (I am not implying that I am...) Don't abandon that pen!
On Tuesday, July 18, 2006, flying_fox (571) wrote:

oh Sixy... we love you too much to let you let go of your pen (or at least your keyboard). As usual you capture everything from gutwrenching angst and longing and pity to romance all in one. *mwah* xxx