Spilled Ink Poets
Because Everyone Can Be A Poet
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(Source: fountaine)
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Why must the sky not bother
Enough to close down upon my
Being? I desire only to exist here and
To live in the shadows as life passes by.
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May 11th - November Comes
Fading street lights.
Cars and coats and rain.
I smell combustion
In the sweet November rain.
It fills the gutters,
And it’s circling the drain.
It stops and stutters
And then it comes again.
November comes.
She comes to wash us clean.
She’s so beautiful
In a way I’ve never seen.
November comes.
Like the rain within a dream.
Like the Sun she comes and goes.
Now just stop to see her gleam. -
Table for one please!: Domestic Silence...1 4 A life of trying
Hows life treating u?
She said:”It’s beating me senseless
Tell me the chances…in love with a life that won’t love you back?
A failed romantic
Swift to make much of it’s promise yet sadly mistaken and taken 4 Granted?
Grown sole attached
A sad fact it’s almost whenever
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Haiku of Whinge
I’m so bloody sick
My husband gave it to me
At him, I’m quite ticked!
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Altiloquent
Fidget, constant itches,
moving up, views through prisms
All of the storms, I have eclipsed them.
Quickly consuming, excessive distress.
You just keep on assuming, its all been a test.
Too much thinking, a wall of empty urns.
Placing things on pedestals,
setting aside earthly concerns.
Establish face, feel imbued
affirmed.
Awake from that state of being,
Use your eyes and start seeing,
everything around you.
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You are the spider in my veins,
the blood on my handkerchief.
You are the plank of wood through my windshield,
the resounding snap of a femur splitting in two.
You are the thump as a body hits the ground,
the final breath of air that passes through a pair of lips.
You are hell.
You are hell.
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now one
could really tell
what was wrong
with her or him-
they were broken
forever, hoping
to find happiness
together somehow
in all this rain
and constant pain(Source: untomyheart)
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Book D: PV16
15/05/2012
PV16
I love you, just run
Because the time is not enough
And we stall life
Fine, until it nose dives
And you miss your bath
Lost in the warm water of a pair of arms
Time to go to sleepI love you more than a good night
More than being proved right
I still love you with the… -
En Papier: Blaht!
Been writing a fair bit today. Got a couple of short lyrical pieces down and maybe 20 more pages of my novel. Here’s one of the shorter ones:
The spiralling snow reclines on
the mountain side like a lazing
dragon ,
and breaths of mist saunter
confidently
upwardsfrom the nuzzled nose
at…
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