Riri

I bleed blue and black Pick my words wisely, personal attack

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Quelling

You loved all sorts of kiwis, golden or green

The juice seeped in and kissed me mean

Skin flushed with fright, I beg you to shop

Any other fruit would make the itching stop

„My car's out of gas and to hunger is wrong“

My problem is like a seed, „It won't be long"

With a spoon and knife, you show not tell

You'd rather my throat closing and you eating well

- ghost of pencil & ink

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Exalt & Exile

Blessed are those, who are not chained or care

Free from bitter tongues that can't scare or snare

Those bitter beings who like to cut the wings off birds

Steal their melodies to twist and massacre their words

Blessed are those who cut down their electric fence

See right through the white mist and heads so dense

Blessed are those who remember what it was like to fly

To feel the wind through their feathers, to never fail to try

Oh how blessed are those with a free heart

For they now see the stars and the world as art

- ghost of pencil & ink

This is a bit more basic than my usual poems but I feel as though I usually write about love and how ppl stay even when its hard but lingering on the past cuz u feel bad or they might change is not rational. It's a cage of your own making. So be blessed and fly away from bitter beings and don't let anyone take away your song or your will to fly!!

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Burning Bright Blaze

Burning bright flames, once dull and weak

Said “Let there be light!” to a place so bleak

More powerful than things like matches or stones

This warmth could be felt in souls and bones

Nothing could stop it, to fight it felt beyond wrong

We were twin flames in a forest fire, so mighty and strong

As the trees and flowers shrieked, our light swayed

Nothing saved me from your gaze, no hole or shade

The distance, we kept, did not help our cause

The promise of a conjoined fire that defied all laws

So the flames burned out, became ash and smoke

We left the forest, with its dead plants and oak

Every once in a while, when I'm cold I think

Of an attachment that ended suddenly in a blink

A time where strangers and secret calls yearned

Tapping three times, even though it burned

An incandescent undeniable match was lit

Burning bright flames, that didn't know how to quit

- Ghost of Pencil & Ink

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A Worm in The Big Apple

Wonder is locked in this mundane shell

The keys are in NYC, oceans from my cell

Wistful mind tied to the city of romantics

No one here understands my antics

Writers, actors, and possibilities for sale

Every stranger made of a different tale

My tongue hopes for that apple taste

Life was misplaced, so pardon my haste

I hold all the cards, they never count my hand

I'm taking the concrete path, anything but bland

Potentially incandescent, a girl who has to flee

Not here, but in New York I could be

- Ghost of Pencil & Ink

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Winds of Sugary Burns

Sweet dreams of dance and white lace,

Love so eternal it transcends time and space

A hand reaches out, it wasn't an illusion, it's rare

You chase and call, you won't let me run away,

But we've done this before, your yearning won't make me sway.

Sweet nightmares of dance and white lace.

- Ghost of Pencil & Ink

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Bloomed Beast

Petals spread out, bright colors of spring

The wind tickles them gently, hear the wind sing

The grass is never lonely, colorful friends are there to play

A lukewarm sunny field, the best place to stay

Not all blooming beings look alike and are the same

Like people, they differ, in smell, smile and name

And like people, they look, judge and smize

Between one another heads hang low dont rise

Shame and be shamed, hand in hand, friends

One isnt like the others, they see it through a different lens

„We havent seen stranger, you bloomed beast“ they say

But the flower cant control it, it grows shameful everyday

- ghost of pencil & ink

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Loser in a Mask

Misplaced his name, his face was covered by a mask

"Did you really love this loser?" please don't ask

His thoughts were carat gold, as long as they were his

All knowing secret genius, yet didn't know what this is

The good resides in him, his heart is diamond pure

But oddly enough, two in one heart was his preferred cure

Envy was his middle name, put my friends on a scale

The normalcy was blind, my most humiliating tale

A slow kid in a guy's body, he got none of my bits

But don't look at my shrine, you'd think he's Brad Pitt

He acted like an original, but he was cast from my mold

I am three wise monkeys, no sense for the lies he told

Yet despite the mess, I miss him when I'm lonely

Him with his sparkly words, "My one and only"

But my brain resides in my skull again, thoughts clear

My heart is still when faced with eyes like a baby deer

- Ghost of Pencil & Ink

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Melancholic & In Love

Beeps break the silence, the metallic smell surrounds

I dial your number, to numb my head's sounds

I set my phone on my chest, it feels like a brick

My ribs hurt inbetween, the air feels too thick

I hear your voice, you're laying in bed

I whisper, and you ask me what I said

A chuckle or two, a story, and a new adoring name

The bed might be different, your voice stays the same

Enchanted, my laugh won't tell you if I'm here or there

Confessions, I'd like to cover this moment in resin, I swear

I'm a known song in the wrong key, “Are you okay?”

Lies cover my tongue, this iridescence might turn gray

Pick petals with me and lull me gently to sleep

Lucky or not, this attachment is one I'd like to keep

The doctor said some have love to difficult to bear

Though my heart tells me to listen, I forget to care

- Ghost of Pencil & Ink

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Here & There

Blue under my hand, cashmere not wool

He can't read between the lines, not the sharpest tool

I say familiar words, await familiar phrases

He says something stupid, he doesn't know all of my phases

I play stupid games, dream of stupid prizes

Yet he still looks at me as if I'm the sun that rises

While he looks at me, my gaze drifts to you

You knew what to say and never wore blue

He touches my hand, the calluses don't match

Neither me, nor you wanted to start from scratch

He wonders where I am, I'm here and oceans away

I can't lose the contests I never chose to play

The line you wish I'd cross, never breaks, only bends

He doesn't know anything about how our story never ends

I crack, crash and yearn, so I finally leave him be

He asks where I'm going, I tell him "wait and see"

Red under my hand, warmth not will

These moments are fleeting, love please stay still

- Ghost of Pencil & Ink

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The Abandoned Lamp

The flicker of light blares at the scene

Warm yellow tones, the best I've ever seen

I bask in the light, it whispers promises with care

The light is so bright, I can't see its snare

I push the lamp, it flickers, the batteries die

Cold seeps into my skin, the darkness makes me cry

Sightless I feel and search, looking for what's lost

The honey light was worth way more than what batteries cost

Voices tell me "Leave the lamp to die and never shine!"

“Couldn't you see the broken wires?”, but it was still mine

Warm, bright and brilliant, the whole deal

Synthetic light has never felt more real

- Ghost of Pencil & Ink

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Broken Telephone

Broken telephone try and catch the line

Goes on for so long, I've lost all thats mine

From knee to knee, laughs and whispers spread

They've turned to screams, the whispers are dead

Piece by piece, they puzzle me and my life

Everyones heard a fib, no sense, just strife

The circle of life kills my reputation with talk

They stare and hiss on any street i walk

By the final ring, no one knew my real name

Only the fabricated stories adorned by shame

xo, Ghost of Pencil & Ink

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Ghost of Pencil & Ink

I write the future in pencil, the past in ink

Ideas blow past my conscience, i don't even think

Every little scratch is like a cut, deep and bloody

But words clean up my mind, i feel less muddy

I use whiteout, rip pages and draw over it all

Hundreds of miles pre hour, everything I can recall

Dreams of a spotless mind are eternal hell

Can't learn a lesson, I know all too well

You beg to hear me sing, I blow a horn to distract

With the words of all before, I attract

I haunt the narrative, I know yet won't confess

"Uno!" you say, I didn't tell you I was playing chess

I hate erasers, dull pencils and lead

Here you will find all of the things, I have left unsaid.

xo, Ghost of Pencil & Ink