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Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2020
In a deepest sense
If you can't validate
Sweat
Blood
And tears

Surrender
Sincerity
And sacrifice

Hope
Emotions
And fragility
Alive
In the soul

How can you deserve,
A whole Universe inside me?
And who am I,
To you?

This is me
The Mirage
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: When everything matters ||Sometimes a journey ends without a beginning
Chris Jan 2020
When my quill touches the paper
My soul mixes with ink,
It forms letters and writes poems,
About the storm inside of me.
Jo Barber Jan 2020
With a heightened perception,
I observe the sensation
of my thumb on my fingers
as I rub them together,
the clock ticking away at 4:45 before me...
There are blue ink marks on each finger
and the air tastes of stale coffee.

Everything feels very slow,
and I find myself,
once again,
waiting to go home,
waiting for the clock to tick to 5:00.
Everything so slow,
with nothing to do except wait.
Madison Greene Jan 2020
press your tattoos against me
until they rub off on my skin
we have built something bigger than this sadness
drink me in like a well aged bottle of cabernet
you’re my favorite escape from the madness
FairlyCultured Oct 2018
So consumed with desire
To write down whole of you
In the ink of love, imagination and freshness.

And then, feel you again
As warmth and memories.

A dire need of a fragment, a real you.
I promise it won't take long
Just the touch of the spirit to dream along.
Can't let somethings in life to grow in reality, only can shape them in my imagination, where it grows and lives by my codes.
JT Nelson Dec 2019
The line of black leads to my pen
Swirls and twirls
Lines straight and curved
With skips and dots
Whips and dips

The line of black started clean and leaned
Then grew apart
Lost its form
And dug deeper
Into the paper

The line of black stops at the bottom
The final dot sticks its landing
Ending the train of thought
That flowed from
Brain to page
Sometimes the act of writing amazes me and I can't help but observe it with wonder.
rk Dec 2019
i thought i could let you go,
yet you pour out of me
each time i pick up this pen.
i guess i just wanted
to love you
a little
l o n g e r.
- ****.
BLD Dec 2019
how can you love someone so much
yet strip them down to their core
march all over them without a single punch
really, i mean what are you waiting for
i've always had that little hunch
whispering that there was something more
did you think of me when you felt her touch
or did you throw me out that backdoor
i'm barely standing, one arm on this crutch
your love for me the third world war
i know you say 'i love you' and such,
but do you see this broken heart and all of its gore?
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