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Amy Borton Nov 2018
Loving you is
Shading a tattoo
Needles piercing already-open flesh
Inking your presence onto me
Permanent
Vulnerable
Covering it with a bandage
So no one can see
The blood seep out

I want to give you the power to hurt me
And trust that you won’t

But as the needles pierce my flesh again and again
I’m unsure if I still have skin
Or if you peeled it away with the rest of me

I miss you today
Tertius Oculus Feb 2019
As I arrived at the apex of my life
I took a look around and saw
that I was not myself as I once had been,
I am now a faint copy, soft lines with blunt edges.
There was nothing sharp, dynamic or bold left of me.
I sacrificed my inner fire to create
a more welcoming environment for somebody else.
I had turned myself into a picket fence
when I was once not only a steep mountain
but the entire horizon.
Charlotte Feb 2019
I sit in the dark corner of my bed. No spark of light in my head. My thoughts like a hurricane

Scratching at the body that no longer feels like mine your hands on my wrists and thighs taking my light.

Once bright and filled with joy, now feeling like a toy
you did what you pleased while I could only freeze.

too young to know what it was for sure, old enough to know it wasn't right.

Six years old there goes the light.

Maybe I shouldn't still hurt, but it still rushes through my mind like a strong current.
It's been ten years, the nightmares making me scream.

Years have gone by and I still cannot dream.

That man still has no idea what he took from me or what I received.

He gave me anxiety, recurring nightmares. Pushed the demons to visit me while I sleep.

New nightmares have arrived from that night some taking my breath till I lose my fight.
Staying up all hours of the night.

Sixteen now, where is the light?

Fourteen told one soul. He broke the strength I had gathered. With an iron fist, it was shattered.

bestowed with trust he ****** into a form of intimacy I wasn't ready for ultimately.

Pressured and manipulated into acts that shouldn't have been done.

Now he visits the nightmares.

Sitting in the dark corner of my bed pulling the hair from my head.
The walls screaming at me telling me what he stole from me.

My room is no longer a room it is a cell that keeps me caged.
Allowing my demons to point and laugh at my desperate attempt to swim.

to swim from the grim blackness that flows from my bones.

The room that once saw my light now lets it take
flight.

Migrating to warmer places while this winter storm rips me to pieces

There Goes The Light
August 2018
Struggles of my Mind
AndiGele Feb 2019
Ink
Flowing out of my burning brain and into my aching hand. Pumping blood into my finger tips and nerves listening to my mind and it’s cries. The ink glides into the blank page as they become one, absorbing my pain. Cleansing me of my punishing thoughts. I write and write until my hand goes numb and my mind grows faint. It all made sense to me. The words jumping off the page and flying into the next thought. The name of who I love somehow appeared on the page, more than once. All the stories of my past and theories lingered as well. If one were to read it they wouldn’t understand, they wouldn’t even know where to begin because it only makes sense to the owner of the thoughts that lit fire to the page. Tuck it away somewhere no one could see, see the secrets I kept so well, see the depth of my soul trapped in the black ink.
Just something random. Hope you like it
Yuki Jan 2019
It’s an ode to myself
the one enclosed in this ink
in the middle of the page
as a symbol of a heart
that got rhythm
after years of silence
thanks to my pen only.
noir Jan 2019
ink
I feel like Ink

Ink soothes

Ink feels

Ink flows

Ink loves

I’m not ink

I’m so terribly far from being Ink

Are you Ink

Or are you just an actor

Either way

You’re beautiful

Enjoy your Ink’d days

.

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ok this is about ink. whether you believe me or not.
Brayden Allen Jan 2019
I get lost in my own words
don’t know where I end and the character begins.
Writing to keep the ink from spilling
the blood in my veins flowing.
Wishing that time would start slowing.
There is so much to do
so much time to sleep
so much time to fill
knowing that it is time to
replace the silence
and speak the truth.
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