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Ink582
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Writer when I am not plagued with writer's block, actor in a parallel universe, a lover AND a fighter.
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Angry Open Goodbyes, By: Me

I'm angry again.
For all the ones who get to talk to you.
It can't be me.

The wall remains upward.
Holding and adding its planks.
Locks with no key.

How come they get to hear your jokes?
You only ever lied to me.
I'm angry at the open goodbye.​

But I'm just fine.
Slowly Digesting, By: Me

Something about you captivated,
kept me in a trance.

You broke through concrete barriers,
Castle walls built long ago,
Reached in, and pulled the strings.

You wanted to see me bleed.
Tightening the grip.

Smiling, knowing you had it.
Breaking me down slowly.
Pockets & Chains, by: Me

You'd have me in chains,
Wrapped tightly around your finger.

I'm quite dead to you,
While you are alive in me.

It must be nice to forget.
I'd wear those rose-colored glasses.

You carried my soul away,
And kept it in your pocket.
Hammered Nails, By: Me

Sometimes I hear it on the wind,
Whispering, 'soul mates.'

Delusions set in.

Say something mean.
I could be reminded again.

It made me crazy.

I've boarded up the entrance.
You bowed with an evil grin.

I hammered the nails farther in the door.​
Strings, By: Me

You had me on strings.
Even though I cut the wire,
I feel them draped
Over my shoulders.

The pull was strong.
I ache, adding to endless affection (affliction).

The marionette sings her sad songs, knowing it was you,
Making her dance into a dream,
Fit for a puppet on strings.
Wearing a Character, By: Me

I smile but it isn't the same.
You rotted away any little bit.

I wear a character to cope.
The masks change every day.

If only to throw my voice.
The costume befits a mood.

I've hidden myself away.
You will never find it again. ​
Shadows, By: Me

Death had a hold of me
In the darkness,

Where shadows come out to play.
He held on tight until I couldn't breathe.

But as swiftly as he moved in,
He was gone, I was alone.

My thoughts racing
Faster than my tears could fall.

Death said goodbye again
Until the next panic sets in.​
When It's Time, By: Me

For all the moments,
The heavy years.

I'm ready to go,
But tethered to Earth somehow.

Death still shakes his head slow.
Not the time nor the place.

But I'm stumbling,
Farther over a dreary edge​.
Don't let them break you.
A thick skin will grow.

Get it back again.
-Love, future you. ​
Dear Younger Self, By: Me

You have no problem
Loving who you are.

You know self-worth,
Letting opinions shine.

Stand up, dear one,
With innocent self-esteem.

Beware those who tear it down, piece by piece.

They'll try to take all,
feeding grown insecurities.
Oceans in my Eyes, By: Me

I hold oceans in my eyes.
They spill & turn to ice.

You carry my name
On your wicked lips.

But only in brief moments
As you turn away.

My hair leaving your fingers
And splashing in the sun.

We hold memories like stones
On our weak backs, burdening the tides​.
Horizons, By: Me

A beautiful sky
In mourning for its love.

Off to sea & into a storm.
The sun never sets here.

It simply disappears.
A love in a loop.

Forever burning
Through stars of plenty​.
Pushing through rain clouds,
a sleepy haze settles in.

We all too easily forget
What's important, right in front of us.

I miss people I knew,
Long ago in grade school.

Those who flitted in & out,
Leaving prints on my soul.

Is it raining or are those my tears?
Washing nostalgia off my shoulders.​
The night is comforting but eerie all the same.
We wait for witches to appear in the fog,
And dance around the fire burning.

The focused eyes pierce the veil,
Looking at every shady corner.
A solemn howl to let them know we are here​.
The Night, By: Me

The wolf's fur striking against moon glow.
A magical creature suddenly appears,
Though it isn't really there - one glimpse, then gone.

Pawprints line the sunken ground,
Stretching into a dark & lonely wood.
Pine needles prick with precision as the weight bears down.
I want to take it all back
To so many good yesterdays,
And forget the PTSD-inducing noise,
Where we hurt each other.

I want to let go,
While holding a peace offering.
A lotus flower floating
On a delicate pond.
Buddha's Song, By: Me

We are slowly dying.
It's a thing called life.
I wait on borrowed time
For the world to heal.

So much time lost
On petty resentment.
Jealousy only knows
How to push the buttons.
A fun one.

Red Wine Cherry, By: Me

Nothing on but red lipstick
And black heels.

Imagery dropped in.
A pop art scene.

The world is spinning.
A scent of desire across your neck.

Intertwined under nightly shadows,
I feel it in your bones.

As it all comes undone,
I left the lace behind the bed.​​
Frosted, By: Me

I dream of frosted winter,
A deadening to bring about life.

The pillowy shadows,
And blankets to unwind.

A cup of solace,
And a witchy tree behind moonlight.

Where I can hide away
All my depressing moods​.
Jekyll or Hyde, By: Me

I put it out there,
I take it down again.
Too much heart.
Too many delusions.

I'm a different person late at night.
I ask 'what the hell was that' by morning.

I make up scenarios,
Always different and darker now.
You ruined even fantasy.
I'll only continue to be numb​.
Jacket Pocket, By: Me

I was placed in your pocket
To carry for awhile

Hit with coins, jingling change
Pitched forward, back

Remnants of trash appeared
Misplaced trinkets, bobbles, bits

You dumped me out,
Tumbling upside down

A travel jacket discarded
I'm without the gentle comfort of your hand
Hand in Hand, By: Me

Death has visited Anxiety again,
Coaxing her out into the world.

Why stay hidden, invisible
When there is so much chaos here?

He is a bad influence.
She is tipping over the edge.
Autumn Breeze, By: Me

A simple nod to the vampire
Bleeding me dry.

I see pop culture red.
Vibrant in black heels.

Twisty trees, an autumn breeze.
Place every fallen leaf in a jar.

You capture moonlight
Upon bat wings soaring high.

I am the undead once again.
The sunlight hurts my eyes​.
The bog monster laughed
Shaking the roots and leaves
Autumn brings out his best dreams​
The Bog, By: Me

The bog monster sat solemn
In the swampy waters of his old oak tree
Waiting for spooky Halloween

His red eyes all a glow
In the mossy thickets and hollow
Building up his jack-o-lantern friend

He carved and created
All the little figurines
Made for dancing in masquerades