You see I have demons 

nesting under my skin

fucking in my brain

dragging their clawed 

fingertips down tracing

the road map of my veins

racing down highways

laughing and twisting

through back alley ways 

I try to kill them

poison, cut and burn them

but the nightmare always stays

(Source: just-an-inkling)

you were a carnival

                all bright lights 

  and side-show attractions

     but really you

weren’t what was promised

          those fake smiles

 dripping glitter

          you just made me sick

?

what’s that quiver

hanging off your lip

bitten and chewed

beyond recognition 

hooked deep with

bloody question marks

leaving gaping holes

the width of oceans

in a fun-house smile

all stretched and

squished until the truth

is eaten whole

(Source: just-an-inkling)

I tend to leave my door open on windy days, it’s become quite a habit. Remember that day when it blew so hard we almost fell on top of each other? Just a jumbled mess of arms and legs, separated only by the rain pouring down upon us like mallets on a drum and the clothes we foolishly thought would protect us. How we’d run fast at first, then slip, slide and tumble on the paths that were more sea than land. When above all the noise, I’d hear that pitter-patter our feet made in those little oceans, and the matching pit-pat inside my chest. Squeezing tighter and tighter like the hands I kept balled at my sides, fighting for control so I wouldn’t slip and let them fall into yours. All I could think was how much I loved the idea of losing myself in the water with you. It’s days like today, when wind could topple me over, that I wish for a little rain to blow in. Just enough to make another ocean, so I could call and ask you if you wanted to go sailing again.

(Source: just-an-inkling)

You were so close, so close, so unbearably close that my fingers sung in a harmonized chorus of a skin whose sensation could split seas, whose arms were the linking lines of constellations that could possibly hold all of me.

(Source: just-an-inkling)

encounter

a quick hello         a rabbit thump goodbye

wind left me          breathless all out of line

I’d like to say        I left an imprint on your mind

Though I was       all doe-eyed, you seemed fine

(Source: just-an-inkling)

run dry

you’ll never even know

                                                    I was here

amongst all the things

                                         that you hold dear

bitter-sweet on the tip

                                      of your black tongue 

sparrows fly off 

                                 the sky eclipses the sun

I’ll just sit here in

                              my own make-shift puddle

the fleeting atmosphere

                                     empty lungs struggle 

             water flows in

                                 water flows out

   blocking     every    single    last     shout

                                                            [I’m alive.]

(Source: just-an-inkling)

I’m really sorry

       but time brings out the worst in me

the worst you never dreamed

                                   I could ever be.

(Source: just-an-inkling)

when did it change?

look I know that you’re busy

but I don’t know how else to say

there’s something you’re missing

just look out there today

buried deep in your problems

you don’t answer my texts 

I know the weight is crushing

I don’t know what happens next

Should I dial up your number

Just to say a word or two

Bite back all my questions 

Or spit it right out of the blue

Do you still want to see me

Or would it really just be okay

If I went back where I came from

For you I’d turn back the other way

    but

          deep down I want to hear that scream

                         I don’t want anyone else but you

           to stay right here right now

                      that’s something I know you won’t do

…………………

                          [I don’t mean enough to you]

(Source: just-an-inkling)

I don’t know where to start. Maybe just with a sorry? But no, I use that word too often, much too frequently for it to hold any depth when it comes to someone as deep as you. You’re the sparkling reflection at the bottom of the pool, the glitter hidden far down under blankets of waves, that I can’t even hope to reach with this rope of “sorry”s tied tightly around my waist. It makes it hard to breath, impossible to think, let alone pull fragments of words into a phrase. That’s my sad excuse for why I just passed on by. I saw you, oh yes you can be sure I saw you. Every inch of you was wavering just beyond my fingertips, silhouetted on my eyelids like the fiery licking tendrils of the sun. You eclipsed my vision, I can assure you, but I was just too afraid to say a word. I can’t measure up to the me you thought you knew. See, I do not ooze confidence and shine with the radiance of wholeness. I’m just a cracked mirror image, holding the broken pieces tightly in her arms, while the sharp edges poke holes in her skin-tight make-believe reality. I’m not the kind of girl who can slip out words as smoothly as fingers running over silk. No, so please forgive, it’s not ignorance, merely uncertainty. Please don’t give up hope on me.

(Source: just-an-inkling)

I’m not angry, no not at all

Do you really think that staying silent’s the way to fade out

If you just button up that lip everything’ll be fine, no doubt

Your only motivation to escape is to avoid my frustration

Honestly all this pussy-footing’s only deepening my aggravation

Camouflaging curses in a whisper but you’re as “innocent” as snow

Fresh, white, untouched, shutter, flash, picture perfect, but no

Your excuses are only misuses of words that compliment actions

They do not define you but you use them as distractions 

To hide the fact that really you don’t know how to be

Deep down you’re scared you won’t measure up to all you see

(Source: just-an-inkling)

Okay guys, tumblr’s really driving me insane. My last poem Grow, won’t look right on your dash because apparently the format decided it was going to screw me over…anyway…if you want to look at it the way it should be please click on the link…

Grow

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            /////////////// I/////ske///tch///tree////////////////////

                ///////////////Af//ter//reaching////////////////////

                   ////////////// tree / hoping ////////////////

                                     my scrawling

                                    scratches will

                                   take root in the

                                    parchment dig

                                     down deep into

                                 my phrases blocking

                               my whispers with their

                         steady      branches   entwining

                         my     fingers      in     amongst  their    

                      knots        hiding    my    mistakes    in the

                  sun         set            lea    ves   leav          ing

             only         my          ste     ady     bre                  aths

             im     prin          ted        in          the            bark

(Source: just-an-inkling)

your eyes drip temptation

              lips scream flirtation

   I’m sorry if I took that wrong

                but isn’t that an invitation?

(Source: just-an-inkling)

what are we?

When did this war start

                                        for I did not hear the last bell

Before gun fire blew

                                        her cold breath upon the ground

Where now bloody roses wilt

                                        be it tragic, a death so silent

Failed whispers to ignorant ears

                                        we pass on without a sound

Never have I seen a sight

                                        such as the steel inside your eyes

Frigid waves crash upon my shore

                                        lapping close, damning me to drown