How trivial, this post.

A blank sheet of paper.

White.

Crisp.

Unmarked by ink or lead.

It shines, a blank canvas,

So beautiful and clean in its perfection.

How difficult to scar its surface-

To ruin its naivety.

And yet so necessary to write a thought.

How trivial, the paper.

How trivial, the thought.

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Another poem.

This one comes from a notebook that I used to write in all the time.

This is basically what happened each time I encountered a fresh page.

What a silly Inktress.

Melody

A precious little melody

winding between notes and chords.

A grand crescendo followed by a peaceful lull.

Ascending arpeggios, climbing for the rafters,

only to fall two octaves to the floor.

A run up the chromatic scale,

to run back down.

Never to reach the top of the staff,

the highest note.

It can only try.

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This is a poem I composed a while back. It's not much but I like it.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Thank you.

Obviously New

Hello blogspot! This is the Inktress speaking. And speak she will. This is not a blog for random ramblings, as much as this may seem like one right now. This is a blog for me.

If I find myself interested in something, research it, and write an article on it, you will know. If I find myself having written another chapter into my ongoing novel, you will know. If I actually get around to typing up some poetry, you will know.

But until then, you get this nice little filler blog. Lovely, no?

I am new at this, so I hope you'll forgive a few transgressions along the way. But as it is, I will likely update again within the week.

Because, my readers, how else does one run a blog?

I am going to pretend that I don't sound like an idiot who's attempting to write a blog. Because hey, I'm just a girl with alot of stories in her head that need to come out on paper eventually.

Then again, everything is eventual, it would seem.