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Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2022
When things break
Noise generates

But when heart breaks
It doesn't

That's the difference
Theme: In the name of love.
annh Feb 2021
𝙸 πšŠπš– πš‘πš’πšœπšπš˜πš›πš’ πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πšŠπš”πš’πš—πš,
πšπšŽπšπšŠπš›πšπš•πšŽπšœπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš πš‘πšŽπšπš‘πšŽπš› π™Έβ€™πš– πš›πšŽπš–πšŽπš–πš‹πšŽπš›πšŽπš πš˜πš› πšπš˜πš›πšπš˜πšπšπšŽπš—.
πšƒπš‘πš’πš—πš” 𝚘𝚏 πš–πšŽ 𝚊𝚜 πšŠπš— πšŽπšŸπš˜πš•πšžπšπš’πš˜πš—πšŠπš›πš’ πš”πš’πš—πšπš—πšŽπšœπšœ πš™πšŽπš›πšπš˜πš›πš–πšŽπš πššπšžπš’πšŽπšπš•πš’,
π™Ύπš› 𝚊 πš–πš’πšπš˜πšŒπš‘πš˜πš—πšπš›πš’πšŠπš• πš’πš—πšπš’πšœπšŒπš›πšŽπšπš’πš˜πš— πšπš˜πš›πšπš’πšŸπšŽπš— πš πš’πšπš‘πš˜πšžπš πšπšŠπš—πšπšŠπš›πšŽ.
πš†πš‘πšŽπšπš‘πšŽπš› 𝙸 πšŽπš‘πš’πšœπš πš‹πšŽπš‘πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπšŒπšŽπš—πšŽπšœ, πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš πš’πš—πšπšœ,
π™Ύπš› πšœπšπš›πšžπš πš–πš’ 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 πšπš›πš˜πš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πš‘πš˜πšžπšœπšŽ...

𝙸 πšŠπš– πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšžπšœπš’πš—πšŽπšœπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš–πšŠπš”πš’πš—πš πš‘πš’πšœπšπš˜πš›πš’.

Ancient dwelling places, forgotten pathways and neglected graveyards fill me to the brim with an enthusiasm for the mundane. As the fabric of life thins the voices of the celebrated AND the unknown whisper their legacy in the stoney structures which remain.

β€˜Oh, the wizardry of history. All the people who have lived and died,
the people whose stories have survived.’
- Isaac du Toit, Passionately Curious
Isabella Howard Dec 2020
The stars look crueler

As they watch you die

Beneath their light.

There are too many of them in the sky

With too much hate filling their eyes

They've seen hundreds of you before

They will see

Hundreds more

You think you deserve to be here

You've been praying quietly

These past few years.

You think you can hear them

Whispering about you

Above you

They knew you'd never make it

You know you don't belong

You know this mountain will be

Just as cold

Just as lonely

In two hundred years

As it is tonight

Finding warmth in a broken body

Found dead

By light

There are too many stars in the sky

With too much hate filling their eyes

They've seen hundreds of you before

They will see

Hundreds more

Did your family know you went terminal

When you booked that flight?

The way they held you as you said goodbye

You think they just might

You wish you could call home

With your last dying breath

And tell them you'll be gone

Someone finally chose your death

But that call will come

From an unknown number

From a voice too rough

Calling on a night

With too many stars

Filling up your sky

And from then on

Your sister wears a smile

That says she just wants to die
TS Nov 2019
You built me a casket that was too small and expected I would accept it quietly.

EP Robles Sep 2018
Thimble and needle hear
my words

you're too busy these days
to love

I've followed you through
and through

the toughest patches of life
and now my thread

has grown too thin
and we'll never survive
never survive never survive
the stitching of our hearts

Paper, rock and scissors
needles, pins and threader

rulers of horror measure
the terror of my nightmare

as I watch the needle
of your busy work pierce
the tissue of my heart

I'll never survive

never survive the sowing
of the madness
              that's your mind

:: 04-21-2018 ::
Stitching and itching thoughts and emotions.
Andrew Saromines Nov 2017
I wake up tired of the sounds and sights and feelings of me
And being is a chore and believing is weak
In the face of my hate for the reflection I see
Not a single thing with which to agree
And that's fine
And this is sad
And I hurt
But I scream behind this screen
With letters filled with grief
At least the writings good
Or so I'd like to think
A lie that I could take something so horrid
And give it a pretty face
Could just be ****
I'll sink with this ship
I'll learn my place
So I hope the water is warm when it fills my lungs
And I hope I don't bother when I finally succumb
I'll do my best to leave how I lived
So don't break the streak of absentmindedness
While I cease to exist
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