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vonny Apr 2020
soft pieces of purity laid out on a parchment sheet
it smells like raw memory and a warm home
mixed with a spoon to create something sweet
the lovely aroma lets all my memories foam

pouring in the milk laced with my very own blood
these cookies are for someone who is of worth
mixing in the flour, tears at my eyes threatening to flood
but I will endure the pain to put the dough by the hearth

before I put them in the oven, I try a little taste
I feel sick, and my stomach begins to cramp and ache
I ***** all over the floor and look at all the waste
instead of cookies, next time I should make a cake
i wrote this about putting blood, sweat, and tears into a friendship that made me feel awful about everything. however, instead of ditching the unhealthy friendship, i instead opted for different methods of devoting myself completely to them.
vonny Apr 2020
the mouse started off like any ordinary mouse

annoying, small, and persistent.

the nymph tried to take good care of him, and he was treasured to her.

the mouse came limping back to her, after his daily battle with the world

she nursed him back to health

as the nymph cared more for the little mouse, she spurted out pellets of blood and flowers

the mouse tried to stop her

but it was too late.
i wrote this about a my friend who i used to think i liked in that way. i wrote this after i realized i didn't really like him, and it was about what our hypothetical relationship might have been. and it obviously wasn't something i wanted.
vonny Apr 2020
i can talk to the sun, did you know?

he tells me about his day

and each time i walk home, i take a pouch of his light

as a gift of my kindness



this careful young girl walked home 

a spring in my step

then my vision suddenly spots

a sad rain cloud looking at me



frightened and worried she looks

anxious and tactful i am

i pour her the warm sunshine

the contents of my pouch emptied



pipper and bright the cloud looks

she is happy and joyful

her rain has disappeared

she rushes off to join her fluffy friends



i decide to walk home

the spring gone from my step

this careful girl stares into a mirror of time

i will wait for tomorrow's routine
i wrote this about my experience as an empath. the sunshine represents my wellbeing/love (depending how you look at it), and the clouds are my friend. the sun is probably just the tiny amount of self esteem i had at the time.
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2020
Your startup
For this life
Is not to
Oblige over
Illusions
Phantom hopes
Connecting the dots
Redefine the patterns
Drain the energy
And unveil
All the unsolved mysteries
Since ancient time

Your purpose
Is to share the flame
Your own reality
That hold within
Being aware
Not to be right
Every time
For
Authentic happiness
Fulfillment
Harmony and dignity
Living life, simple
Being eternal light
In your own way
Genre: Inspirational
Theme:  Rational Living
Sara Apr 2020
She was staring out the window
On a rainy afternoon
She liked jazz
but he always played blues

Tune after tune

So it was blues she listened to
With mock appreciation
for the records in the room

A lazy lovers weekend
with books and plants and puff

She smiles every so often
But she knows she’s had enough
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2020
Who says
[I'm bla bla bla]
[I did bla bla bla]
[I have bla bla bla]
To whom it may concern

Does I'm/I did/I have make you a human?
Are you kind?
Did you learn kindness?
Do you shared your heart?
Do you feel what I feel?

Truth be told
I have nothing to do
With all your
Bla bla bla
That defines you

By default
I don't belong
There
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Better Human Project
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2020
PPE
I was once
A man/women
Like you

Unfeared
Unmasked
Uncovered
Unrested
To keep the pain at bay

I was once
A man/women
Like you

Sorry, I can't help
As you expect
Let me first wear
That PPE
Genre: Clinical Experimental
Theme: Personal Protective Equipment || In The Background Of COVID-19
Note: If the server is not safe, how can you be?
Laura Feb 2020
How can someone feel everything
And endure it?
What a burden it is
To feel not only each emotion
That wracks your own heart
Your own mind,
But also each emotion
Of those around you.
You can’t help but care
Want to help
Often at your own expense.
It sometimes feels
Like such a burden.

Surely though,
Surely it is a blessing.
To be able to feel
Everything,
When there are those
Who cannot feel at all.
There are those
Who do not allow themselves
To feel at all.
Some are so numb
Not only to their own emotions
But to those around them.
They may never know the joy
Of helping another.

Surely those who feel everything
And survive it
Are some of the strongest.
Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2020
Every day
Every one gets
Thousands of opportunities
To be inhuman

Remember
A single accord
That retains us
As human

Thank you
To whom
It may concern
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Humanity first
Violetempath27 Dec 2019
In the middle of Reality and surrealism is where you will find me.
Finding it may be difficult to differentiate.
Everyone seeks to find the way to reality.
Asking for guidance might help gravitate.
Time has always taken it's time.
Causing detachment from everything, everyone even me.
Learning, healing and being is my aim.
Hoping I'll be able to digest the end.
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