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Inked Papers Jan 2015
Once you fall in love, there is no going back to being just friends.*
Isn't it the most painful thing, or maybe it is just one regrettable memory.
Inked Papers Dec 2014
Perhaps, I just need a drink,
and a little smoke.
Perhaps, it will make me forget,
with a little stoke.
Perhaps, I just need someone,
with a little more care.
Perhaps, it'll just be anyone,
anyone who'd be aware.
Perhaps, I could take another drink,
and hope can walk.
Perhaps, you, can compensate,
with a little talk.
Perhaps, I just need someone save me.
Perhaps, *perhaps, *perhaps


Maybe, I need you to stop me from this intoxication.
Maybe, I need intoxication by you.
Inked Papers Nov 2014
They say,
They say, it is sad when no one listens to you anymore.
They say, it is sad when no one listens to your stories anymore.
Indeed it is,
But I say,*
maybe no one listens to me anymore,
maybe because I don't have the stories to tell anymore.
was a six word short.
Take a soft tipped brush
Dip, and trace my nakedness;
Viscous dripping rainbow streams
Clothe me here within our dreams.
Swirl my curves
With satin pink,
Let your brush flutter and sink
lower, purples, red and blue,
I'm a canvas here for you.
Paint me scarlet, paint me gold,
Paint some words
italic, bold
Stop when you begin to weep
A masterpiece, for us to keep.
An old one of mine, a favourite.
Inked Papers Oct 2014
You were in my dreams
we were sailing
like I promised
Inked Papers Oct 2014
you give your best.
you give all of your energy.
you started doing
you think you love.

you started chasing dreams.
then you start failing
then you were falling
then you were fainting.

you started smoking
you started drinking
then you were partying
you started doing
you think that makes you happy

there came a time when the taste of the alcohol
doesn't intoxicate happiness anymore
and nicotine in the lips
doesn't take you elsewhere anymore
  Oct 2014 Inked Papers
Selena
Here's a thought
I'd like to know
If you could feel suicidal
Without being depressed
Does that make sense?
Does making sense even matter
If that's how it feels?

I know I'm happy
And I know it's real
I'm surrounded by the people I love
And I've found love in the things I do

But I see a bridge
And the only thing I can think of
Is jump
I look at cars on the busy streets
From the passenger seat
And think
Maybe today
One of them will just so happen
To hit me, maybe
Maybe
Hopefully

Smiling is genuine
I don't fake faces, it's just not me
Yet in the safety of my home
I'm not safe in my own head

I don't know how
To ask for help
They'll say I'm fine
And I am fine
But I'm not
And I know it

Help.
Please.

— The End —