Masterpiece

I found you
Tucked

between each word

My fingers trembling

As I scrawled across each syllable

Every ounce of raw form

Hidden beneath the page

Pulses ignited

Stirring bones that slept

My eyes shed salt stains

Down cheeks untouched

Lips not kissed

All the fears

Whispering 
To be read

Through skipped lines

Of all the words

Your heart bleeds

The truth

Your mouth does not speak

For fear of losing

The mark

Of a masterpiece”

@inkwellwriter5

– I am your shelter

Empty beds

  
I guess I lost you 

In between sunset and sunrise

Somewhere before the divide

I woke to no heartbeat

Against the sheets

Or cold feet against my thighs

No lull of your breathing

Or pull from the sheets

The chill of the absence

Left my spine untouched

By warm hands

A pulse echoing against my skin

The wrap in the blanket

Covering two souls

The rise of your chest

The falling of my heart

Just touched by sun

The only love, 
I can count on”

@inkwellwriter5

All Suns set eventually

Sugar

  
She is heaven & hell

Wrapped in a pretty paper tube

Pixie sticks sprinkled on hungry lips

Waiting for tongues to take a taste

Of sugar filled veins

So high on sweet

You will forget your name

She will draw you in

Moth to a flame

Turn your temptations

Into soft wax, melting against flesh

Whispers in ears

She will say, “Do it again”

Her mouth will be the fire

Drowning your lungs in ash

Her eyes will captivate your intentions

You will pray to be her last

She will build you up

Until your only thought is to explode

Then take her claws

Sinking them into lusty flesh

Rip your heart out
& leave it on the floor

She will find your eyes

Send pity onto your soul

Pick up each piece of the mess

Kissing each shard

Placing it to two lips

Only to rebuild it

Once again, so she can claim it

You will become her sole purpose

In her chaos, within her hell

She will destroy your every need

With mouths that feed

Only to break you down

Piece by piece

With sugar coated lips

You will have no choice to submit

To the mistress that owns 

Your nightmares

Dressed like a angel

In disguise , only to keep you
Faithful

-too much sugar is not always good for you

@inkwellwriter5

Lovely Bones

  
A mouth traces the bones

Of shoulder blades

Tongue to flesh

Pulses that race

Tips of tongues

Taste a lover

Falling into hands

Out of clothes

Shoulders bared

Fingers scroll

Whispers on skin

Flirting with chaos

Lost in moments

Hunger grows

Bodies lock

Against the night

Backs arch

Eyes closed

Arms reach

Legs entangle

Lust spills

Lungs starved

For needy breaths

Drowning in another’s greed

A lover to take

Hungry mouths

To feed

@inkwellwriter5

All the lovely bones

My playground

  
Her hair was tied in bows

Toes pointed to the air

As I watched her skirt fly up

Her head tilted back

Echoing the sky

Eyes closed, pointed toes

On that old playground swing

She had a careless nature

Inquisitive smile

I was curious

So I stayed awhile

To watch her float on dreams

Her throat hummed

Spilling into the daylight

The swing carried her high

I was lost in a trance

Eyes glued to a blonde haired

Fiery soul hell bent on flying

I approached her

Asked her if I could join in the fun

If possibly she could hop

Off that cloud and push me

She opened her eyes

A laugh bubbled inside her

Her voice made my hair stand on end

As she hopped off that swing

Pushing hard as she can

She swung me to heaven

Then right back down to hell…

She whispered, the swings are mine

You spent enough time here

Go play with the little girls

Over on the slide

They have nothing to hide

This playground is mine

With that she kicked sand in my face

Laughing as she hopped back

Up in that swing

Locking eyes with the boy

Who wanted to use her

For a free ride

-playtime is over

@inkwellwriter5

Stitch in I’m sorry 

I. Bare you chest, I have the needle & thread to make you whole again. Wipe the tears, bite down on the pain. Remember you asked me to show you no mercy. Slipping needles through flesh, to enclose a cage.
II. The blood spills, but so does the truth. You ripped my heart from its chest. My lungs cannot function without the echo of a heartbeat. It won’t take long, for me to close your wounds. 
III. Don’t look at me with those eyes darling, I don’t want to become lost. You are my patient, I am your retribution. I will wipe that sin off your skin. 
III. This scar will forever remind you of the mistakes you made. When you chose to free another’s heart from a cage. In return , I have stolen yours. The blood on my hands, the beat of your heart, against a palm… Beautiful. 
IV. Don’t worry , you will live. Your ribs will mend and your chest will remain empty. No one will ever know, what I have taken. Until you try and love again. Then you are mistaken. 
V. I took pity on your soul, stitched you up but left a hole. I committed your heart to my chest, and I know you will forever remember my fucking name.
  
@inkwellwriter5

Drowning in ink

  
She forgot to close her book

As she drifted into dreams

All of her ink came pouring out

Flooding her life in streams

Memories flooding the halls

Words clinging to mirrors

Haunting her reflection

Of all the past, she wrote down

Choking her lungs

Everything she put to paper

Gathered at her feet

Skin stained in ink

Syllables entangle legs 

Left kicking and screaming

No strength to swim

In the poetry she had written

To escape her present

Burning her past 

In words that came back

To combine her future

With her past

A tidal wave of significance

Etching her soul

 
With every last word

Drowning in every word

You have ever heard”

@inkwellwriter5 

You cannot out live your ink