Ashen Ink

Archive of Self-Made Poetry and Quotes.

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[flameanddesire]

Cadaverous Eternity

I want your hands stitched with mine,

flesh laced together in trembling seams,

as our blood mixes and boils—

a single pulse, beating twice,

a fevered hymn in the quiet dark.

Your neck sewn onto my shoulder,

so your warmth seeps into my bones,

so your breath lingers on my skin,

so I am never without you,

so I am never alone.

Love is cruel in its finitude,

mocking us with borrowed time,

so let us deny it—

let us weave ourselves into one form,

one body defying the clock’s slow death.

They will call us grotesque,

monstrous in our devotion,

but what is beauty if not the ruin of self,

what is love if not the will to unmake?

And when the world turns to dust,

when the earth swallows the names of men,

we will remain in our silent fusion,

our cadaverous eternity—

two as one, never to part.

~M.A

[flameanddesire]

A tune, it haunts,

it whispers, it stabs,

once nothing, now everything.

Gentle taps on my shoulders,

a touch that sinks,

deep into heart and bone.

Oh, it aches,

this tune of absence,

this hymn of presence,

alive even in silence.

I hum it, though my voice fails,

the tune fills the hollowed-out spaces

of my mind,

my chest,

my breath.

Not a sad song—yet I weep.

Tears of a newborn,

and a man whose skin

holds the weight of years.

I sit on smoky benches,

letting the haze rise like ghosts,

and with it, the tune;

I cry.

Not sadness,

but something deeper,

something like the womb—

a cradle of fear

and safety,

curiosity and vulnerability.

It’s a song for warriors,

for those who’ve bled and fought,

who’ve stared into the abyss

and tremble still,

knowing that marching death,

always, always at the edge

of every breath.

It sings like an owl in the dark,

carrying wisdom, envy,

a bitter taste of mortality.

And still, it plays.

Still, it lingers

like smoke, like breath,

like the heartbeat you hear

in the quietest of nights.

~M.A

[flameanddesire]

Perhaps it is fate, and this must be so,

That all the paths we walk are meant to part,

For what is written cannot heal the heart,

And what we never find, we'll never know.

Perhaps it is fate,

Perhaps it is.

~M.A

[flameanddesire]

How different our paths have become, dear friend. Yet, not a day goes by without me thinking of you. My memories have become your domain, your empire, your reign.

[flameanddesire]

Who do you go to when the hand that comforted you starts to hurt you?

[flameanddesire]

Why does the world never echo the thoughts I carry, as if my mind treads paths too distant for others to follow?

[flameanddesire]

How many moons have crumbled, while the stars gaze upon me, their eyes heavy with the weight of my unyielding obsession?

~M.A

[flameanddesire]

Though time has drawn its line between us, your heart lingers within my ribs, cradling mine in its eternal embrace.

~M.A

[flameanddesire]

You stirred a curiosity in me,

a question so gentle

it moved through shadows

without ever making a sound.

~M.A

[flameanddesire]

Perhaps it is not my heart mistaking your kindness for love—

perhaps it is the absence of kindness

that shapes this fragile confusion.

These hands of mine, weathered and wary,

have only known the weight of labor,

the scrape of callouses on indifferent stone.

How could they know the gentleness of touch

when the world has taught them only resistance?

~M.A

[flameanddesire]

Baghdad,

you are a wound that never heals,

a song I cannot forget,

a home I cannot return to—

except in dreams,

where time collapses

and I belong once more.

~M.A

[flameanddesire]

I ask the stars:

Why do I remember you

not as you were,

but as a fragment of eternity—

a myth, a dream,

a pulse in the cosmos of my chest?

They say nothing,

but they shine a little brighter,

as if to remind me

that even the heavens

bear scars of love’s cataclysm.

~M.A

[academic-vampire]

𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 💋

[lunasapphire]

The simplicity 🎀

[flameanddesire]

So if the cost of truth must be my breath,

Then I shall greet the shadows without dread,

Knowing that in the hearts of those I've led,

My words will dance, transcending even death

~M.A

[flameanddesire]

I’m caught between two worlds. One is built on ambition—academics, careers, and the endless pursuit of a future I’ve yet to touch. The other is softer, wrapped in nostalgia, filled with memories of family, love, and the kind of warmth that lingers in your soul. One pulls me forward, the other calls me home. And here I am, stuck in the in-between, unsure where I truly belong.

~M.A

[flameanddesire]

In this cruel, beautiful world,

where even the stars must die,

I stand broken,

yearning for the piece

that makes me whole.

And yet, you—

you are the wound and the cure,

the absence and the longing,

the love and the loss

I will carry forever.

~M.A