All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Poetry Slime
April 17, 2013
I think in black and gray
as soon as the lights go out
my brain goes to work
my hand starts writing
I see nothing
know nothing
living in every moment my pen touches the paper
my dream lives and runs out
from my soul to the paper
I have no clue what is written
but I know it's poetry
from the pit of my existance
it seeps out of me
as rich as honey and as pure as silk
yet some how this beauty only lives
in the con fines of darkness
© Jason B., Colorado Springs, CO
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
