Blank Paper

Blank paper
with your blue lines
Three small holes
on your left side
Words flashing
through my mind
Thoughts I cannot
hide or deny
The taste of yellow paint
in my mouth
Biting art
leaves it's mark
Scratching sounds
writing down
Wait...
Rub away

Frustration mounts
Emotions screaming
to be let out
Pointed lead
rounded now
Yelling out
it's scratching sounds
Tension breaks
my body quakes
Blank paper
with your blue lines
Three small holes
on your left side
I stain you
with what is mine

I am new to this site and rarely share my poetry with anyone. This includes family and friends. So comments good or bad are very welcome because I really never get any feedback.