Poets starved for paper
Thoughts and words that echo
Stuck on the tips of tongues
Trembling in between fingers
Searching for images
To unite the ink with paper
Syllables that grace
Hearts beat, against every letter
A tear stained page
Smudged fingerprints
Pages stained in feelings
A beautiful process
Living in the minds of writers
Who write
What they dare not speak”
Tell me your story and I will write you mine
The words don’t flow like rivers
Tangled among fallen branches
Gliding across river rock and stone
Once pouring from the mouths
Of oceans bigger than me
Now just trickle as a unforgiving streamRushing sounds of force
Have now crept beneath the willows
Like rain upon the panes of Windows
A lullaby takes over
Where a orchestra once played
All the ink was just on paper and page
They surrender to the path
Of a rivers bed
Guided only by the carved earth
To flow until they reach
Someplace greater than home
Perhaps they will return to my pen
“I was born beyond the thickets of wild blueberry bushes and endless country roads. Where the sun shined down over fields where my mothers lilacs grow. Dirt roads and pebbled lanes would lead you anywhere but home. Bare feet on summers earth, lakes of cedar where pine trees choose to grow. Whispers of bonfires at night kept us behaving through the daylight. Tire swings hung from thriving oaks, flying higher than the Eagles soar. Setting Suns , creating blushing skies , a rush to hurry and get suppers started. Old country bells ring to announce a feast , on front porches with lemonade at your feet. The night falling into darkness, the sparks from timbers clouding tired minds with smoke. Moonshine jars filled with sweet tea, all the long while, whispers Come dance with me… Music of the fiddle played , laughter fills my heart. A smile , a place… Where my heart grows wild, upon the nectar of a barefoot child~”@inkwellwriter5
All the sunsets in the world could not hold a flame to the childhood I spent on country land
Emerald green wishing stones
Truth held within these eyes
I call my own
A Scottish lass
With Irish heritage screaming through her veins
Built on cornerstones and handed down names
She shall be known to be a fierce creature when needed
A fire burns when she is bleeding
The soul of words
She captures the images lost within her head
Places them on paper to be read
Glimpses at her reflection
Through stained glass
The Scottish girl with green eyes,
Who dines on savage lies
Spilling whiskey upon pouty lips
Quenching thirst
Among the rolling mist
A story within her heart
Rights of passage
Legacys passed on
Through green eyes wonder
What cannot be undone
Relying only on
Hidden truth buried in
Eyes
Beautiful, alone, determined, ominous.
I am not sure
I pretend
I say…
I was being unrealistic,
The world cuts,
“Don’t tell me, you already know.”
You think I don’t understand us tonight.
I realize the way, he couldn’t find the two of us always being closer to each other than we are to anyone else.
Our kiss
Another girl in my place
“We’re still friends ”
I remind myself
With the shadow of us.
I awoke to the world covered in a dense blanket of grey, linen wrapped against the day. The heavens poured down like a gentle love song, filling the crevices of earth with tears. The sun has not yet arrived, yet the thickness of the clouds gracing the ground where bare feet walk, have impaired the vision before me. Skin drenched in rain, hair that drips against damp clothes, as the day begins to unfold. No shadows to be chased by, not when the sky holds the day… That is nothing more than rainy and the color grey~”@inkwellwriter5
Rainy days make me wanna crawl into the sky and seek the shelter if the sun
“She blew in on a summers night
Held promises with both hands, their grip tighter than ropes that binded her. With dreams for dreamers and a butterfly net, she chased her choices without regret.
Her expectations of a cold world was humbled by the warmth of the sun as her nights were guided by wishes and fireflies. She captured each in shattered moonshine jars.
She licked tainted lips soaked in whiskey as she prayed to the heavens for release. She begged for wings that graced her back and the ability of flight.
To soar through winds on Eagles winds, to live with the clouds of beds. Resting her soul on sunsets and placing her wants upon the moon. Living within the summer breeze, the wind in her face and prayers said from knees.
Fly with eagles as they swallow you whole, a purpose to glide and a reason to fall~”@inkwellwriter5
The sky will keep me from gracing the ground
I hold a galaxy of stars within my soul, yet they cannot be seen within the light. Unless someone dares to look within my darkness instead of choosing light~”@inkwellwriter5
“Brush your lips against the page, show me what poetry really is. Show me how the syllables leave your lips, show me what it feels like beneath your kiss.Tell me how to make the ink flow, teach me to create beauty with simple quotes. Press your heart against the page, show me love and all the rage. Place your lips against my page, blow the words all away~”@inkwellwriter5
Taste like summer rain & poetry 