Submissions by Inkplay
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I find my scribblings are either brimming with light or staring into darkness, well, we all have to peer into the void sometimes.
The Trechory of Myself
I find myself reaching
for words recently,
trying to find the combination
that will release the treacherous
pain that hounds me relentlessly
day and night.
I'm so tired of being heart-broken,
tired of the smile that covers it up,
exhausted of the sound of
my own voice as it ricochets
off these empty walls,
the irony that lonliness
refuses to leave is not lost on me
and I am yearning for a distraction
that'll satisfy these frayed nerve endings
for words recently,
trying to find the combination
that will release the treacherous
pain that hounds me relentlessly
day and night.
I'm so tired of being heart-broken,
tired of the smile that covers it up,
exhausted of the sound of
my own voice as it ricochets
off these empty walls,
the irony that lonliness
refuses to leave is not lost on me
and I am yearning for a distraction
that'll satisfy these frayed nerve endings
#love
#loneliness
#relationships
#breakup
#hurt
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Insignificance
I felt the cold of insignificance,
where eyes used to meet
on twilight lit streets
and the world fell away to the stars,
they no longer hold an intimate gaze,
but distant in sadness
and melancholy haze,
regret, as she moves from my touch,
dismay, where lips one brushed,
misunderstood, depressed and it hurts,
feeling cursed and alone in the world.
My heart feels torn,
as my love for her pours,
into the stillness of loneliness.
And will love like Poes,
Nevermore.
where eyes used to meet
on twilight lit streets
and the world fell away to the stars,
they no longer hold an intimate gaze,
but distant in sadness
and melancholy haze,
regret, as she moves from my touch,
dismay, where lips one brushed,
misunderstood, depressed and it hurts,
feeling cursed and alone in the world.
My heart feels torn,
as my love for her pours,
into the stillness of loneliness.
And will love like Poes,
Nevermore.
#sadness
#love
#loneliness
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I Long For The Sparrows Song
I can be found upon
a rock of sorrow,
holding to a last
kiss which even in
the careless wind lingers
on lips, still warm from your breath.
In the distance I can
hear the sparrows song;
a mourning lullaby,
as if she laments for my
broken porcelain heart,
how she can see I'm in tatters,
frayed at the edges and staked to the
ground with heavy limbs of lead,
waiting for you....
yearning to be lost in those eyes
Just
One
More
Time
I Know it's futile,
I know it will never be, ...
a rock of sorrow,
holding to a last
kiss which even in
the careless wind lingers
on lips, still warm from your breath.
In the distance I can
hear the sparrows song;
a mourning lullaby,
as if she laments for my
broken porcelain heart,
how she can see I'm in tatters,
frayed at the edges and staked to the
ground with heavy limbs of lead,
waiting for you....
yearning to be lost in those eyes
Just
One
More
Time
I Know it's futile,
I know it will never be, ...
#love
#depression
#breakup
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Melancholy Rose
She sighed in prose
And wept in silence
This melancholy rose
On the verge of violence
And wept in silence
This melancholy rose
On the verge of violence
#anger
#anxiety
#abuse
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Night and Stars
It was a time of night and stars,
where firelight stained colomnus trees
against the quilted black of night.
Hearts spun on mortal plains
embrace in hues of pale moonlight.
No storm, nor rain befell the eve’,
they spoke of ancient lakes that flowed
and forests steeped in elven words,
a grimwar rich in blood and time.
It was a time of night and stars,
where darkness delved in
delicious delight.
The air was still, intense but warm,
like the eyes that hold the others gaze
an ensemble, if you will, ...
where firelight stained colomnus trees
against the quilted black of night.
Hearts spun on mortal plains
embrace in hues of pale moonlight.
No storm, nor rain befell the eve’,
they spoke of ancient lakes that flowed
and forests steeped in elven words,
a grimwar rich in blood and time.
It was a time of night and stars,
where darkness delved in
delicious delight.
The air was still, intense but warm,
like the eyes that hold the others gaze
an ensemble, if you will, ...
#love
#stars
#nature
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2 Comments
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