Failed attempt to inspire

I had written this hoping it would inspire a person i know to write. They were lost and tried to find themselves in between the lines they penned-and so, in order to help-i tried to inspire. Did it work? *shruggs* who knows! At this point i dont really care. So instead, I present it to you guys...who will appreciate it more. Enjoy.



Constantly and consistently I am
Crucified and resurrected
Between the lines of poetry…
Crimson drips of ink drop from the
Dotting of an I… I will my eyes to
Search for self here…bits and pieces
Of my identity hiding behind the guise of
Creativity…I live to die and
Die so that I might live…rebirth
After rebirth with each stanza that is
Written…for it is written that I will
Find my peace and harmony here…
My soul spilled forth upon piece after piece of
Crumbled and rippled parchment…
My pages warped with the tracks of my tears…
For here is where I have committed homicide…
Suicide…taken my last breath… tasted death…
And then…with the spatterings of
Poetic placenta…I have penned masterpiece’s
With the blood of my poetic delivery…
Laboring through life…I have written and
Rewritten my own destiny…here is where I have
Penned the pages of my legacy…here is where my
Children will truly get to know me…
When their childhood days have long since passed…
They will turn to the portion of me
That will eternally last…and they will cling to me…
Piecing together the neverending pieces of the
Puzzle of me… they will hear my whispers…
Here is where I will constantly
And consistently
Be reborn…
Even in death… I will live on…
Over and over…
Ink of resiliency resurrecting me
Within the soulful stanzas of this
Prolific poetry.