All posts tagged: ink

fine line

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Poetry / Stories

You seduced my blank p a g e s  w i t h a purple                stare Your s c o r e agile —with bare lines, fragile— and a smoky flair * Paper trails going a m i s s during o u r morning                       walks While we kept silent O, u n s p o k e n mysteries— […]

Stoned Verse

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Silver songs  and sombre sounds  like silent stories—  stoned, profound    Writing, boldly,  of wild, wild dreams,  this page all soaked  with bright, red ink    My tears pouring  down that page,  just drowning words with startled rage    While smoking,  writing,  dreaming,  stoned,    Those letters  blurring—  poems  I owned    My silver   song  so stoned  it fades    The story  inhabits  dark,   stark caves    Yet writing, boldly,  of wild, wild dreams,  that nearly burst   with […]

White Tears

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I die A thousand Deaths, And cry A thousand Tears Inky drops Become Soft crease— On coarse skin, Renewed Fears I write This very Poem To tattoo it On your Skin White ink Is so translucent— Such a Slight, Poetic Sin I die A thousand Deaths, And cry A thousand Tears If only I’d read this On my palm— To get prepared For life’s exam But fact is, History Tells me, You can’t Read Between […]

Tat Dream

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Never bought me Flowers so I inked them On my skin A poppy full Of red blood cries A deep dark line Of dreams On shoulder blade Some lilies try To greatly And darkly Scream Too large a span Of life skin take For bloom, They never will A bold blue dark Aged butterfly Some time ago They covered, Still Those flowers come These flowers go And spilled ink, Flowers, Stream A new dark tat […]