Yes, you

~for all of my readers

May the New Year find you

Happy, Healthy and Strong

May time be graceful to you

and let you glide to earth

instead of falling

May you be strong enough

to pick yourself back up

and start again.

May no day be wasted

I hope your lips have

the courage to say

all the words you spill

onto the paper.

May you be rich in friends

In love

and in wealth.

May your ink continue to flow

and spill across my pages

so I may devour

every single word.

I hope you know

Your words matter

You matter

we matter.

We all the writers of our own stories

Make yours epic~

Happy New Year to all of you

Blessings @inkwellwriter5

 

A lifer’s letter

Dear 2015

You have been just a long line of unfortunate events

that I have survived and cannot wait to say goodbye to.

I will be stronger in this upcoming year and I will in no

way give you the power to kick my ass again.I have

learned way to much to give you another opportunity

to bring to my knee’s….except for prayer. So this is where

I leave you, in the past.

Regretfully Yours

A lifer

Killing me softly

You were the CO 2 that filled my lungs,

stealing away every last breath

and little did I know

You were slowly killing me~

Inkwellwriter5

 

Soaked in Second Chances

I walked barefoot out of that apartment

down into the pouring rain

No damn umbrella, feeling far from sane.

My hands still balled into fist

knuckles stone white.

My feet echoed off the puddles

sending chills up my spine.

My blood was boiling

yet my skin is ice cold.

My mascara running down my face

making me look like a fool.

I continue to walk through the flooded streets

careful not to meet

anyone’s eyes

I wouldn’t want them to see

how I really feel on the inside.

A girl wound too tight

tears stained her face

she looks out of place

fell victim to her own circumstance

when she gave that asshole

a second chance.

@inkwellwriter5

 

The lover’s storm

Oceans rage against the rocks

like the fury of a scorned lover.

Spraying it’s tears as the waves crest

and the riptides collapse.

The silence of the night is broken

with screams leaving the lungs of the storm

paralyzing life…

that stands in between it’s fury and purpose.

Destroying the calm

gaining strength with each blow

pulling everything it loved

into it’s undertow.

Until nothing remained

but specks of sand

on a endless beach

and holes dug too deep

barriers broken down

and silence was

the only sound~

@inkwellwriter5

 

 

 

 

Eyes

Amber eye’s

that hypnotized me

Flickered like flames

ignited with life

a fire so strong

the drawl

suffocated my lungs

could not exhale

drowning in a sea

of fire and smoke

leaving me breathless

dying to breathe

yet

I never felt more alive

~@inkwellwriter5

 

Word play

Blank pages

empty spaces

waiting on ink.

No stories

or words

to be heard.

Distractions

reactions

to the words not spilled.

Frustration

hesitation

words unspoken.

Think

Ink

writers block

what a crock

make it all stop…

or start

flow…

The ink that is spilling from my heart~

@inkwellwriter5

 

 

Numb

I can’t count how many years I lived numb.

Unable to feel, care or even cry.

How many medications they shoved down my throat

to make the sadness fade

and the anxiety disappear.

To make me feel…

nothing.

No ability to control how I feel

unable to cry, even when I am supposed to.

Medication took care of all that

took away every feeling

even the good ones…

until there was nothing left to feel

care

cry

or realize.

I was shell of my former self.

A hollow heart, empty eyes

The pills did that

the doctors said

It will all be okay

This blue one will make you feel better

and the green one will make you rest

the white one will help with the nightmares

and the yellow one,

well it will make it all disappear…

like me

who I was

and who I was no longer.

I sat medicated and uneducated

to the fact that in the end

death would of been a better sentence

then to walk through life

as a shadow of myself

that was surely fading against the darkness.

 

The last pill I didn’t take

was the day ,

I picked up the pen

and spilled my pain across the page.

It was the first day

I felt ….

anything

That day ,was the day

the medication

no longer controlled

how I deal with life

How I feel

or when I cry

and now the pen decides~

@inkwellwriter5

 

Reborn into Magick

Source: Reborn into Magick

Reborn into Magick

Taste like summer rain & poetry

She was born into this life with a scream from her mother, the first glimpse of her life was being loved unconditionally by a woman who had just laid eyes on this precious gift. Cradled in her arms, she felt no harm should come to her. She was the embodiment of innocence, though her gifts ran through her veins. Like a life force …of blood and tears. She was the daughter of so many women taught not practice in their craft. Misunderstood and painted like a scarlet letter, she hid in fear of what people may presume.She lived her life in the expectations of others, yet she was drawn to the moon and the skies like a moth to flame. She could feel the energy of her surroundings, as she swayed in the night breeze. Yet she put these gifts aside, full well knowing that a piece of her would…

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