Clips of Ink by Travis McCourt

Posted: May 4, 2014 in Poems

Did you ever love someone you knew didn’t care?
Did you pour out your heart, still it got you nowhere?

….Cups of Ink….

If my pen were a pistol, I’d be killing this page,
Emptying out clips of ink, releasing all my rage;
Squeezing until the bullets inside this pen go dry,
Aiming at every issue that made me laugh or cry.

If my pen were a pistol, I’d go on a killing spree,
Shooting with extreme prejudice all the words you sent to me;
Shooting with no intention of protecting the position I’m in,
Firing out these poems of rage, knowing in the end I’ll win.

If my pen were a pistol, I’d shoot till these words were spent,
Targeting my heart and soul where I keep my feelings pent.
I’d let every shell rain free letting loose on love and lust.
If my pen were a pistol, yeah, I’d let the hammer burst.

By Travis McCourt

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