Poems of the (not-so) Heartless

Theme-Pen and paper v.1

Bleached white,

draining morale.

Without a tool,

without a mind,

It is useless.

An empty canvas for

whatever,

whomever

wishes.

Without someone to taint its

pale surface,

It is nothing.

Allow me to give you the

tool of its demise.

Permanatly scarring its placid surface,

spilling words and images,

ideas and worlds,

let yourself create something

SPECTACULAR.

Let me give you a pen,

and let yourself destroy the bleached pages.

You have the paper,

I'll give you the pen