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136 · Aug 2017
Black and Blue
Seazy Inkwell Aug 2017
Black                                              |             ­                                           Blue
it is the start of new things
as I walk down the debris
of firecrackers and snow
expectant like color black           |
                                                               ­                I shop around with ashes
                                                        |                   pilling inside me the sky a
                                                               ­              hyacinth blue and the lake
                                                                ­           a stale grey that hibernates.
Then I smiled.                               |
                                                               ­     I sobbed within the color blue.  
I feel rich with the presence
of you like starlit boulevard that
stretches beyond my neon nails.
                                                         |­    I am famished with your absence,
                                                                ­    as stars shatter away I began to
                                                                ­                      live in the past when
                                                            ­             I have not known anything.
You will always be there              |
clothed solemn black
before the coming of spring.

                                                         |     ­             You were buried in white,
                                                            before the winter begins to settle in.
What a wonderful time it is--
as I wait for tomorrow
                                                         |        What a horrifying moment it is
                                                              ­         as I search for my yesterdays.
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114 · Aug 2017
Yelling in Pink
Seazy Inkwell Aug 2017
He is looking at me in frustration,
I failed him once again.
Should chosen a business concentration,
Should have given up a dream of magnificence.

I never play volleyball like other girls,
I was too rough to sit down and be a lady,
I was banned from skateboarding and basketball,
Math was not for girls but I won every time.

But all my efforts have been tried in vain,
As I stumbled in my tomboy skin.
For to him, everything I do will be pointless,
every rebellion is to him yelling in pink.
108 · Jun 2020
Words
Seazy Inkwell Jun 2020
Since that day, I’ve been silent
sounds have died between my dented teeth
memories churned in gratifying thoughts
disgrace roared in the corridors of my ears
from that day forward, every lie and curse you hurled back
I am as quiet as the epilogue of time
abiding my narratives, my past beliefs
Waiting my turn, sharpening my words
I'm back

— The End —