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 Sep 2015 inkstains
SG Holter
Sit with me in silence.
Hold my hand with the hand
Of your mind.

I'll be your shadow; you be mine.  
We'll rest in two dimensions.
Watch ourselves in 3D.

Safe in the warmth of
Our common intentions. A womb,
A room for you and me.

Let's communicate like mountains;
Be like solid, silent giants.
Sit with me in silence.


A river dug into purest stone after
Uncountable years reflecting
Sunlight, moonlight, stars and blue

Skies unrejecting. Dark clouds too,
In some divine alliance.

*And deep within it's deepest deep,
Two single, uncut diamonds.
Until we're ground to grains of sand,
Sit with me in silence.
When he first saw her she was;
Innocent, naive and pure
A soul untouched by the cruelty of the world
Becoming cracked and broken
Under his careful, sadistic touch.

When he last saw her she was;
Reserved, Invisible and mysterious
A soul hidden from the world
With walls of ice
Due to his careful, sadistic touch.

When you see her now she is;
Strong, confident and bubbly
A soul colourful to the world around her
Being joy and laughter to all
Because of the lessons learnt
*From his careful, cruel touch.
People never understand how much power they have over us
He can't stand their sobbing
Their howling and their begging
When they realise their time has come
And there's no running from him

They plead for more time
More time to love
More time to repent
More time to forgive
More time to appreciate
And more time to live

They always knew their time would end
But never are they ready to fall
Into the sweet cocoon of his embrace

Some fall gently into his open arms
Whilst others have to be beckoned
By his *deathly charm
If death were a person I imagine this is how he'd feel
 Jul 2015 inkstains
Kyle Howard
We set off
hand in hand
our pockets empty
but our hearts were full
into the country
into the wild
into the great unknown
we found our place
and our pockets filled
but somewhere along the way
our hands slipped apart
and we drifted
we had lost each other
now I walk alone
out of the wild
out of the country
I return, a poor man
with pockets full
but with empty hands
and an empty heart
What is love worth?
They can't see the empty eyes behind her soulful laugh
They can't see the strained cheeks pulling at her stunning grin
They can't see the worn out face under her vibrant make up
They can't see the insecurity and doubt in her loud, confident voice
They can't see the blatant cries for help laced in her exaggerated tales
They can't see the broken home behind her loving stories
They can't see the  girl trapped in her head from the lively persona she eludes.

For she is an unwilling actress and her life is the show
And sadly it seems the show  **must to go on
The masks we put on for society are a desperate cry for help to be ourselves
I enjoy going to places you have been
I like to think that I'm walking where you did and our feet are touching with every step
People say that I'm like you in many ways
That I don't want to conform to the world
But rather live beside it
That I adventure
Not for the view
But for the message
That I don't know were I'm going
But it looks like I know how to get there
And it only make me wish I knew you
So maybe I could know me
 Jul 2015 inkstains
m
when it hit me
 Jul 2015 inkstains
m
and that's when it hit me
i have never been loved
not by you, nor by your kisses
because it was the thought
of being in love
that you loved,
never me
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