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Forever in InkThe motor buzz hits me and I have to draw a breath,
The needles are ready, roaring to go.
Stereotypical, beefy men, covered in their passions.
Up to their arms in the ink, the lovely ink.
My body fills with adrenaline; I’m ready for my newest addition,
The collection that my body is gallery for,
The reason I saved every penny these last twenty-two weeks and change from every breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Painstakingly chosen, the size, the color, the place, keep going over and over,
I want it perfect, better get it perfect,
I’ll have it forever.
Rigid in the sticky pleather chair,
Breathe in, breathe out,
Jittery right foot stop.
The smell of antiseptic fills the room as the man I don’t know sits down beside me,
Ready to mar my skin in the manner of my choosing.
He gives me the look, the one that says to me:
I know you, you are one of us, one of many, you’re part of the forever of this art.
I lean back and close my eyes at the first touch of the needle, needles,
InsomniacTangled in the sticky sheets,
Covered in her bed-mates sweat,
The humid room heavy on her chest,
The air-conditioning humming in her ears,
Creates a rhythm- a backdrop for her thoughts.
Wide awake in the dead of night,
Replaying the last nightmare,
The fears still vivid- demons in every shadow,
Call her name, mocking her, knowing she won’t say a word.
Scooting closer to her sleeping lover,
She presses her back to his,
Tucks herself further into the blankets,
Hoping she won’t meet her fears again that night.
Forces her eyes closed, a quick whispered prayer,
And the warmth of the person beside her,
She tries again to sleep.
In the style of Emily Dickinson: RunI run as wind has never flown-
From valleys drenched in snow-
Because of which- the village may empty be,
and all the barren roads lead to Rome.
Gasping like the beached whale,
And clenching at my sides,
Reeling from the lack of air,
A pathetic creature- am I-
I do not turn to see my shadows cast
Or the blazing colors of the sun
For the town is lost to shades of grey
And all glory to it is lost.
I shall keep my pace up,
And race the winged creatures of the sky,
For far from here is safety,
And I must reach it before the night.
WitchesWicked witches fly through the sky,
Laughing cruelly at their victims pain,
On their broomsticks up so high,
The poor men run in vain.
One man stands without fear,
Holds his head up strong,
Stands firm as the witches draw near,
Knows the fight won’t be long.
The clash is fierce,
The foes fight hard,
The screams are loud enough to pierce,
The peace of the night is marred.
The poor fool should have run.
There was no chance he could’ve won.
Words You Can CountCan you count the words that left your mouth from the first time you spoke?
Can you count the mumbles, whispers, screams, every half-eaten word that never made it out of your mouth?
Can you count the times you rehearsed it in your head and just once, tried to send it out into the empty space, away from you, like a mother bird watching her hatchling fly, knowing it’s fly or fall, and the crash, the burn, are not what you want to see.
Can you keep your words in a container?
Like little mason jars, preserved for another day that you’ll taste them, chew on them, roll them around from cheek to cheek with your tongue, scrape them on the backs of your teeth, and spit them out, knowing you let them expire and they’re useless now.
Can you feel the exhaustion of pouring them out onto paper, wondering how you could possibly let them go, out into the world on their own.
Sometimes, these words are hollow,
Like those Easter bunnies, made of milk chocolate,
Delicious, but so devasta
The FolkDreams of deepest water,
almost black, like the moonless, starless sky
the chopping waves crashing through the dreamscape,
the canvas of my mind,
of voices singing haunting melodies,
stories of the long gone,
are calling out to me like a welcome home,
if home were an unknown, unforgiving realm that would crush my body in its depth,
like the pressure of shock and disappointment.
Wherein I find myself alone,
with nothing but the voices, songs from all around me and nowhere,
the voices in my head maybe,
or maybe just beyond the next hundred yards of inky blackness,
in the cold ocean depths where no light has ever reached, or will ever reach,
where mysteries live and thrive and die unknown to the beings that grace the surface and the lands above.
If maybe then, I find myself amongst the glories of all glories,
the lost and never known relics of every sea-sailing man to face the oceans,
or every haunted sailor’s dreams, or maybe my dreams are just the last bit of sanity bleeding out i
I cannot haveI should be happy,
but I cannot help the angst.
The empty thoughts that drain me,
even as we're smiling.
I should be happy,
that I have you so damn close,
but I cannot help wanting more.
More than you can give.
I should be happy.
You give me all I ask for,
but I want more than this.
I want you to want me,
not just love me.
I need you to need me,
not just enjoy my presence.
I crave for you to possess me,
the way I want to possess you.
I want us to be one person.
But that can never happen.
The things I dream, and want and scheme,
and hope that you will understand.
I want too much, and do not want to take that much.
So I will have to deny myself in the end.
I'll take my pain and bury it, with the ashes of my soul.
I'll leave it hanging beside my corpse,
in the empty woods we once roved.
I'll take my need for pain and lust,
and send it away with pixie dust.
I'll drown my wants for you and your soul,
at the bottom of the pond where your ducks have grown.
All the things
For StuartRicher than King Midas,
and happier by far,
I swear I've become spoiled,
Having a love like ours.
Nothing sweet as this,
Could truly be this easy,
But if there is a hidden catch,
I'll take it without qualm.
I know you wait in silence,
to hear me say the words,
I fear saying them too often,
for ruining them with use.
I wish I could carry your burdens,
for they seem so hard to bear,
but know that I will shoulder them,
and handle them with care.
You are truly the answer to my dreams,
I would know,
I lay dreaming beside you every night,
And find that waking is better than all the fantasies I find.
I want to hold you in my heart forever,
and be held in your arms the same way.
I want nothing more than your smile eternal,
to light the dark days.
do you know what you mean to me?
A simple expression could not suffice.
You are my end all, be all, my reason to be.
I need you now, as I needed you then, and will always need you,
again and again.
You are my forever,
You are my home.
DustOn the other side of the mirror glass,
Is dust collecting here.
Ages old, as years have told,
There lies much to fear.
Old memories, and tears;
reason, rhyme, and laughter,
are withered by the years.
I still wake up screaming,
Sobbing in the fear.
I can never tell now,
Whether you're really here.
Are you haunting me this way,
In my dreams, at night.
In my thoughts by day.
Leave me my lies now,
And take from me the truths.
I cannot hold the burden any longer,
Not when I've lost you.
100mg of nature.the clouds are lost today,
like unsung lullabies
stuck in the throat of a strangled sky.
the flowers levitate today,
their tissue paper wings
pink sertraline dreams that the bees cannot sting.
the trees bob their heads today,
like tired old men
falling asleep in church, disillusioned again.
the white thistles are stuck today,
entrapped by their names.
hissing popcorn on stilts, or rupturing brains.
the sun mottles the grass today,
in psoriasis patches,
like liver spots on ivy in the window sashes.
the wind kisses sick patients today,
tucking them in,
and then flees in a rustling dress while she sings.
Kidnapped Eevee! What do you do!?You were walking through the woods minding your own business until you heard some muffled cries. You were curious about the sound and followed it. You came to an abandoned warehouse and went in and saw two figure’s. One of them was a male Gurdurr and the other was a female Eevee tied up.
You went to hide behind some crates and listened closely to what the Gurdurr said. He said something about getting excited to sell her as a sex slave, but the Eevee didn’t like the idea and cried inside of the ball-gag.
He went out of the warehouse and was there for some long minutes. You felt sad for her and you…
A: Untie the Eevee and let her free.
B: Take her as a slave.
C: Take her as a pet.
D: Submit to the Gurdurr.
E: Teach the Gurdurr a lesson.
F: Leave like nothing happened.
G: Anything else you want.
Plunder straggly timber
above frosty mists
implore the heavens
AutumnReds and Golds;
there are pumpkins everywhere.
fall off the golden trees.
The smell of rain;
fills the air.
Frost covers the land,
leaving behind a crystal wonderland.
In the pumpkin fields,
getting lost in the corn maze.
for Trick or Treaters.
to the rain drops,
patter on the roof top.
While the smell,
fill the room.
It is autumn,
and soon winter will come.
Prayer of the Peaceful oneQuiet contemplation.
See with closed eyes,
But with opened mind.
Cold wind and rain,
Whisper in my ear.
Meditation of soul...
Give me stillness of heart,
Grant me calming sublimity,
And oneness with the earth.
PremonitionsBehold as the sky
Cries its tears,
Shatter like glass
Against cold &
As every spite
Of thunder sounds,
Blinding with the
Shocks of lightning.
Behold the scene,
For tonight's sky
Is our future.
FallAs the leaves turn
So too do the pages of a new chapter
A blank book
Or perhaps a page with some notes on it
When the leaves fall
They are not ending
They are beginning
They are pausing for a second, a minute
Maybe you should, too
Maybe you look at the trees
Because maybe there is a little bit of hope
Left to be had in this world
Or maybe you look at the trees
Because maybe everybody comments
On how beautiful they are
And nobody comments
On how beautiful you are
But you are beautiful
And so are they
And so are we
And so is this
And maybe you have to wait
A few more seasons
Maybe today isn’t your day
But one day you will be able to
Let yourself go
As I opened my eyes, the only thing I saw was the sky. With its azure-colored background, fluffy clouds were splashed all over, the sky looked as if it was in a good mood. Sailing through them were a flock of birds, spreading their wings as if they were a kite. The gentle winds blew the leaves of the trees, making them dance in excitement. As I looked at the dark-blue lake beneath the hill, swans were seen, peacefully floating on the waters like buoys on the seas. Alongside them were their offspring, clinging together as close as possible like a thread in a cloth.
As I turned to my right, I saw field, filled with grass and trees. The scenery was like a painting of a masterpiece that was made once in blue moon. The plains the filled with children, playing tag, not realizing that they could play something much more fun. Right beside me were my siblings, sleeping soundly, locked away in dreamland.
As I stood up, I realized that this
Moon's ChildThe rampant wolf howls true,
when watching as the waning moon,
doth cry itself to sleep.
The horror it has watched from here,
to all the things that it does fear,
it's beloved child, the ocean dear,
is polluted by the oil spill.
The creatures which were once so blessed,
in the time have become decrepit,
though the fault was none their own,
but those who tore apart their home.
The callous loss of these so dear,
makes the reddened moon fall quite near,
the ending of then the days,
where night will haunt the souls remains.
I lay awake at night tonight,
to feel the pain,
to watch the sight,
and know that this will scar us all,
for now the stars begin to fall.
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