A ballpoint pen without the ink (inspired by a line written by Yvonne)

You make me feel like a ballpoint pen without the ink

Like an empty glass when you want a drink

You make me incomplete

Completely lost and inconsolable

But I don’t need you in my life at all

But I want to be near you no matter what I say

All I can say is that I want to be a part of you

All I need to say is freak off I don’t want to be around you

I feel so lost and alone, that I’m a map without cities or states

I’m Alicia Keys or John Legend without a piano to play



You make me feel like a ballpoint pen without the ink

I’m a kitchen without a refrigerator or sink

I’m feeling real metaphorical today

So I am a sculptor without the clay

I am an artist without a paint brush or paint

I’m a tattoo artist with out a needle or ink



You make me feel like a ballpoint pen without the ink

Enough metaphors and similes

I’m hurt without you and devastated when you are with me

Cry tears so hard that my tears are mini travesties

Want to be near you but callous over when you are too close to me

I’m so cracked my heart has fault lines

So sad that I’m really sad and can’t come up with a crazy poetic way to say it

Bottom line is that we are at the end of the line and for once it’s not on me

I want to cry for you but am actually crying for me



You make me feel like a ballpoint pen without the ink

Dry and barren

Devoid of anymore poetry

But I’ll get better soon enough

And ill be refilled with the ink of life soon enough

"An Akili Carter original"

right now

Right Now
I can’t write a happy poem right now

I can’t paint roses and rainbows with a heavy heart right now

I won’t be able to locate the inspiration for a dedication right now

My heart is bruised and dented right now

My eyes are red, blurry, and burning right now

So don’t ask me to smile right now

Because, my poems are cold and jaded right now

Well this poem is hard and skewed right now

I can’t pick up a pen and compose songs right now

I can’t dance with the words right now

I’ll just stumble over the missed steps right now

And fumble over the counts that are off beat right now

The art in my poetry is broken right now

The ink is running thin right now

No matter how hard I squeeze my brain

The pain is too intense right now

I can’t exude happiness for you right now

All the dead butterfly carcasses are pilling up right now

I’m broken up right now

I’m too hardened right now

I can’t write a happy poem right now

I’m just staring at an empty page right now

I’m just writing a sad poem right now

Because, I feel lost in my own hurt right now

"An Akili Carter original"