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The InkwellWhat is it?The Inkwell1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But how could I explain.
How does one tell others
what it's like to go insane?
I sit in my thoughts, and drown in my head
the gray world I dwell says I'm already dead
It starts at your finger,
but maybe your tongue.
a big black splotch- where had my skin gone?
I waved it in front of my father-
told him to help me, I said
"Won't you get it off, why won't it come off
I've washed it and popped pills and done all I can
but this blotch just won't come off."
so he took me to the hospital,
but not because of the spots
he took me because I'm crazy,
because he said
"there's nothing there at all."
So I look in th
the demons always winyou can fill my heart will all your might.the demons always win1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
try to weed out the sorrow lining it's depths.
whisper to me that i will not fall,
tell me that i won't lose it all.
you can kiss me on the lips, after you've licked away the tears.
and sit and wait for me to come home
as i run off to fight the shadows in my head
with your heart as my shield and your love as my sword.
but the demons sucking like leeches, plastered to my skin
creatures made up of evil and sin
their warm steamy breath rotting my flesh
they will always win
you can listen for the explosion,
and surely you'll see
the demons, and all that she's done to me
the woman, who smel
With a crack of bones, I've fallen So love is a funny thing.With a crack of bones, I've fallen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It sweeps you off your feet. It sweeps out your insides. It sweeps away everything else, whether you like it or not.
Falling in love is like falling into a cloud.
At first, it's not scary, no. It's beautiful. You're up high- so blissfully high- with billowing pushes and pulls of gorgeous white around you. At first, it's the most amazing thing you could ever think of. You could ever feel. The kind of feeling that can't be induced by the most potent drug. The kind of feeling that lifts you above all else, annihilates any ailments you'll ever have.
You collide with a beautiful array of a
candle.you're like a candle to me,candle.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
burning bright like a star.
you're like a candle to me,
bring warmth into my life.
you're like a candle to me,
flickering in and out of my life.
you're like a candle to me,
i can remove you out of my life with a snap of my finger.
you're like a candle to me,
burning down my house with the slightest of ease.
you're like a candle to me,
and now you're just like smoke.
drabbles.1.21.2. Alone (Past)drabbles.1.24 months ago in Profiles More Like This
She huddled up on her bed, body wracking with violent sobs. Her dress was splattered with a still vibrant, scarlet color. There went another one of the children, lost and gone forever. And it was all because of her. Was he going to break her down like this so that she would have no other choice but to stay by his side? Was he trying to tear her apart from the inside out? Her heart was heavy, but she still clung to the hope that she would still be able to protect the others.
I don't want to be alone again.
2.2. Together (Present time)
I wonder if you knew what I have done, would you no longer care for me? If I told you th
contradictions.skin peels from bones, submerged in crimson liquid:contradictions.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and if you were to look inside me,
damn aesthetics, break my ribcage free and
delight my lungs with your tongue of venom,
your eyes would light with glee at the
contradictions, contradictions
horrorhis tongue spits venom into my trembling bird bones-horror10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
whittles away from the inside out, progressing
intangibility to insomnia, hush dear and-
sleep, a hesitant rung above unconsciousness,
a land that none wish to dwell for
too long, fairytale monsters and twisted
whispers intertwine with synapses, leaving me
writhing and shaking and finished:
cold
MAGE: Sheila dwabblewabble1. Alone (Fyr'stcercle)MAGE: Sheila dwabblewabble4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had never known loneliness, so far as she remembered. Even her earliest memory of when she had woken up was of Emil, gently prodding her cheek, silently asking her to please stop daydreaming in the middle of the road, it was embarrassing. She thought about it once, wondered about being alone- what was it like? Sad? Happy?
She remembered she had looked over at Emil right then, and immediately reached out to hold him close, in something of an impulse. She had stopped then, blinking, realizing what her actions meant, realizing that she had never once let him leave her. Realizing that she had never known loneliness.
I Leavei shiverI Leave6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a relatively warm room
and the only thing that can keep me from freezing to death
are your words that i swallow until i vomit until i swallow my vomit
it tastes like valencia orange but we call it artificial orange
and it burns like agent orange: bright
the second, third and fourth time around, but not the fifth
soon i will have no innards to eat through
i am combustible, compactable but not retractable
seldom contactable when i go off grid
losing my mind in forests of seascapes and vines that are
after my bones because a mind can be valued at nothing
when filled with nothing but seashells and salt-
water with essences of
yin and yang and what lies in between
so it pretty much covers everything
(like your t-shirts i steal to sleep in
your t-shirts that hold me to sleep when you can't)
Unrequited LoveOur hands are separated by a few inchesUnrequited Love6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To my frozen fingers it seems like miles
And the contact might break my heart
My mind is made up – I'll breach the gap
To my frozen fingers it seems like miles
Between us the air is electricity, but I have to breach the gap
And the contact might break my heart
There is always a chance that it won't be so
Between us the air is electricity, but I have to breach the gap
I have to entwine my fingers with his, just to see
There's always a chance that it won't be so
The intensity could be all in my head
I have to entwine my fingers with his, just to see
If maybe his thoughts aren't so different f
Kisses and Colloquies in HeartbreakThe imagery of love is filled with kisses and colloquies that take place under the starsKisses and Colloquies in Heartbreak6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Something about the night, about the pinpricks of light in heaven, makes us forget that
Words like "forever" and "always" climb into our hearts and plot their escape,
Saw at our heartstrings, but make it feel exactly like the beginnings of a love song
Something about the night, about the pinpricks of light in heaven, makes us forget that
Flowery words and catching phrases suck out our souls,
Saw at our heartstrings, but make it feel exactly like the beginnings of a love song
A love song that smells sweet and lulls us to sleep
Flowery words and cat
maybe you're not asleepthere is a demon living in my closet, underneath my bedmaybe you're not asleep6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the shadows and the dark and every single space i cannot see
it sits just behind me when i have my back turned
and it makes grabs for my ankles
and it's long fingers cast shadows across the walls
and i have not had nightmares like this in years
not since i was a little kid too scared of the dark
to try and sleep with the light off, but i do not want to turn on the light
i don't want to see the demon in full technicolour glory
there is a demon living in my bed, underneath my skin
in my lungs and my kidneys and every single space inside of me
that i cannot see. it si
''bitch.'' ''jerk.''there is a language only we speak''bitch.'' ''jerk.''6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it sounds a little bit like choking, like screaming
there are a thousand words for all of the things
no other language will let us say
no other person will let us say
there are words for damning convention and
dying for each other and living for each other
and that feeling you get when you went to hell
for the only person worth the trouble and then hell went to you
set up camp in your rib cage like you were built
only to house it's screaming
there is a language only we speak
and no one else will learn it, no one else will try
no one else will be able to
we will whisper to each other
running scaredhe is the kind of boy who has gun callouses and has never gone bowlingrunning scared7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who can gut a fish and wouldn't know a children's tv show if it bit him
he is the kind of boy who is not a boy
has never really been a boy
has been cleaning up his parent's messes
telling lies to the people who should be protecting him
and shouldering the weight of all this responsibility
he shouldn't even know exists since before he knew how to count to ten
he is the kind of boy who only looks like a boy
and even then it's only in the right light, only when he's sleeping
only when he's smiling, he is the kind of boy who never smiles and means it
only ever s
pulled underbeing ripped to pieces is a sensationpulled under7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
most people feel; it's a cliché,
it's an everyday feeling
of broken deals and a soul cremation.
being ripped to pieces is like dying -
everyone experiences it.
right now, i am not being ripped apart
by my skin, my teeth, my fragile veins,
the old gray-blue stains on my bones
that never fade.
i am holding myself together with the fibers
of the softly whispered lies into my pillow case at night.
bu my body tires; i am trying to keep my heart from
beating because i am searching for silence.
not the short and fleeting kind but the type that
merges with my lungs and holds me like a lover a
traceshis body mirrors the scrawl of my letters:traces7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
thin and wavering, faint in the doorway,
a whisper at the bottom of a page.
i watch his silhouette contort with
swollen poetry, blooming words like a spilt drop
of ink, an underlying sense of foggy meanings
tucked deep in the verses;
and i listen to his soft-raspy skin,
so similar to tissue paper, his
figure flickering like gaps in the air or pauses
in my slow-rhythm thoughts.
and a voice bubbles on my lips but silence,
sticky in my throat, chokes me:
and soon he flies away, unsatisfied, dusty wings
like a moth, his presence
leaving a faded mark;
his breath lingers like a bitterswe
traceshis body mirrors the scrawl of my letters:traces7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
thin and wavering, faint in the doorway,
a whisper at the bottom of a page.
i watch his silhouette contort with
swollen poetry, blooming words like a spilt drop
of ink, an underlying sense of foggy meanings
tucked deep in the verses;
and i listen to his soft-raspy skin,
so similar to tissue paper, his
figure flickering like gaps in the air or pauses
in my slow-rhythm thoughts.
and a voice bubbles on my lips but silence,
sticky in my throat, chokes me:
and soon he flies away, unsatisfied, dusty wings
like a moth, his presence
leaving a faded mark;
his breath lingers like a bitterswe
a word of advicelearn the colors that make you look most alivea word of advice8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and wear them regardless of connotation.
For YouAnd what I've come to notice isFor You9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tend to trace the steps of men
who have not looked at my face
or who pour all their iris into paper
cups, leaky wanting when let through
soaking and left to dripping like water
sticking to the shape of fingers flirting;
I like the men who have wet their toes
or been drenched to the bone or who had
at least one other lick their lips slick—
Then I'm just a sailor, not their savior,
not a saint to be revered, and I'm sure
you understand, it's a greater comfort
to be lost forever than to be a siren's
life preserver, but when I met you—
That's not an option, and I will extend
the Bib
milesi have known skin andmiles9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
worn the sweat off it, heady
and repulsive, pulsating
blood and organ: known
others like a hot coat,
too close, breathing my
pool in the dip of their
collars; i have made deals
with the devil and lesser
angels, taking exchange
for pointless hours and
dilated pores, and i handed
inches that became miles—
and parting hurt, when it
was no one or someone or
less than one, when it was
just my quaking lungs or
the bile beneath my nails—
i met you in the midst of
aching, skin crawling, and
you were patient, loving—
i gave an inch and received
miles—
sunsetsand today i walked downstairssunsets9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to fetch the tea leaves my neighbor
offered, and she's a kind woman with
a smile she carefully fashioned
on the evenings spent watching
the sun fall and leave its color behind—
she said to me as i sealed the plastic bag
that i must not brew it boiling, and it's delicate
like her skin, and when she was young, she lived
in arkansas and her accent remains when
the sun falls and leaves its color behind—
tonight, i inhale vapor and notice the sky
mirrors her eyes in the dusk, when blue
becomes acquainted with gold and the clouds
freckle her skin in faint orange blotches—
the sun fell and
last wordsfriends, applaud— the comedy is over,last words9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it is more beautiful here amongst
lights that glow like tiny sunsets, for
the fog had risen, and i was blinded
in a terrible moment— but a boredom
settled centuries ago, and the evening
has come to usher in my birthday;
friends, i leave you with the wish
for another whiskey, and i'd like you
to know they won't think anything of it:
useless, useless! i rest beneath a beast
that learned my name when i could walk,
and now comes the mystery—
will it feast upon my flesh or love me as
you have? and i say to the doctor, gleaming,
coward, you are only witnessing the death
of a
deprivedlackofsleep, drug of daybreak,deprived9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wormitch at my skull burrowing
in the root and taking my hair strand
after strand— lackofsleep, biting eyes
and i cried for no reason; i leaked sweat
and pores and mud, filth wormitching—
lackofsleep, we met once, twice, and
i wondered beneath your weight,
grasping at worms, itching.
ramblei'm becoming sickyellowpale, the shaderamble10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of dark skin on vacation when my eyes
are bruised and my wrists are bruised
and my chest is bruised and i can count
purple blossoming like a garden, marked
in love, in passion, maybe possession,
but i've always been a willing captive,
haven't i? and i'm using your hands in
my own inside games, when i twist—
the knife, because i can twist the knife,
because why wouldn't i twist the knife?
because it hurts and should hurt and
hurting's the best thing to feel, on my
paleyellowsick skin and yellowpalesick
and palesickyellow— so many late nights,
and you're okay, babe. you're okay,
Sta.sh
