who first looked at a blank paper
(probably someone who thought he was doing
an act of good,
an act of God;
and Men cursed his name for it afterwards
'til his name was forgotten)
and thought, 'I must fill it?'
'I must fill this blank paper,
fill it with light and sound--'
(wasn't he pretentious?
what an asshole.)
'-- fill it with laughter, despair,
the sea, and the color red,
'til the pages bleed in black
now I sit, staring at a blank paper
trying to capture with graphite wrapped in wood
the sea, and the color red)
cursing a forgotten name,
'til I forget my own
and ask aloud,
'who's the pretentious asshole now?'
About the Creator
Queer poet, short fiction author, and long-time storyteller of all varieties. Feel free to stick around and see if anything catches your fancy!
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