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 Nov 2017 Inkveined
Katie Read
I'm spontaneously combusting,
It ends before it starts.
I've a fear of being too trusting,
I tip toe over hearts.
I can't take a compliment,
That much is true.
It's formed from lack of confidence,
And one encounter with you.
You told me I was beautiful,
Admittedly I'd heard it before.
You made me feel invincible,
I sailed through life with you as my oar.
It was as if you used a defibrillator,
And shocked my heart into loving.
But everyday I needed a pacemaker,
To remind me you weren't bluffing.
But nothing hit me more,
Than the slamming of the door,
When you told me I was flawed,
And I dissolved into the floor.
You made me feel invincible,
It was beautiful at the start,
But eventually I became invisible,
When you chose another heart.
 Nov 2017 Inkveined
Katie Read
I don't know what it is about you that makes me blush.
A colour of crimson so full of passion,
A prickling heat wave that submerges me.

I don't know why when I think of you my heart starts to rush.
A humming cricket's symphony becomes  a wild cacophony,
A tambourine drumming to an eternal beat.

I don't know what it is about you that scares me the most.
The fact that I love you already.
Or the fact that it shows.
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
 Nov 2017 Inkveined
alexis
Birds
 Nov 2017 Inkveined
alexis
I envy them
For they are free
But that unfortunately isn't me
They soar in the sky
While I'm stuck down here in my dimise
I hear them sing
"If you can't fly then run",once said Martin Luther king jr
So I run and never look back
 Nov 2017 Inkveined
Andie
Another droplet falls
a light thud from your
heartbeat resounds, a
particle of sand, your
lifeline. Wind rustles
a lock of your hair.
What's frozen in time
never is. Except the
little fly's wing beats -
they suspend her in the
         hourglass
To love God is loving yourself and all that's created.
To understand God is to know what's fated.
God's creation is a mark of beauty
We are Gods creation who are called to duty

We are bound by God to serve
Some of us slide and sometimes swerve
God is loving and Kind
He even gave us a day to unwind

God gives us what we can handle
But we turn it into a scandal
God gives us the tools to learn
It is something that we can earn
 Nov 2017 Inkveined
the Sandman
You told me
(As I laughed at you for
Your draining phone memory)
That you have 7,936 images
Because you photograph everything
You fear losing.
                            I can't help but notice
                            In all our 2,190 days
                            You never took a photo of me,
                            Once;
                           ­ I suppose there isn't room
                            In your memory
                            For me.
March 31, 2016.
 Nov 2017 Inkveined
the Sandman
Everything looks whitewashed
----Against the rain on panes---
---Of glass. Every smile looks--
----Painted on, and stuck in-----
-----Place, fitting in perfect------
----Squares of frozen 4 by 4.-----
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 Nov 2017 Inkveined
the Sandman
I hold glass bottles to the sky
In thunderstorms,
I go home and shelf them for light.
I crawl up and back into you
In thunderstorms
and wrap in warmth till I can't breathe.
Drown me
In thunderstorms;
Hold my head down inside your veins.
Your goosebumps hug me to you, snug,
In thunderstorms
When I find asylum under
Your thumb.
In thunderstorms,
I love you again. Just for a while,
While my mind pours columns of cold,
In thunderstorms
That hang over my head and haunt
Me with self-doubt till I stress out.
In thunderstorms,
I watch the rain drip down my brain
And cut through ice and chloroform.
i am a salesman
my pockets full of sand i call
gold dust
standing at the street corner
your pipe dreams done up in
glitter, chrome, and steel

i am a wishing well
as empty as my promises
bone dry
throw your pennies down
copper against cobblestones
mocking the hint of a sound

empty yourselves into me
i'm exactly what you wanted me to be
everybody's a liar, but a girl's got to eat.
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