Ink Runs Through My Veins

December 5, 2014

I am a poet

Ink, rather than blood

Runs through my veins

My heart

Is a typewriter

I hide pens around my apartment

Along with paper

Just in case I want to write

I leave poems for myself

And for my fiancé

To find when she is looking for something

Because I am a poet

I cannot stop these words from flowing

Even if I wanted to

If these letters you see

Spell out something familiar

If you are a brother or sister of mine

Then raise your ink stained fists

And together we shall leave our words painted across the sky

For all to see

The sound of our typewriter hearts

Will echo in every ear

Our family shall not be ignored

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