18 ,i go by the pen name Mrs Stab

poet poems poetry

[mrsstab]

Intro to the opening that will swallow you whole as it has swallowed me aka my poetry blog :)

Everything written is 100% original and written by none other then myself

I have been writing since i was a child and ive always been told to publish it somewhere ive decided to finally take the plunge and post under this pen name my personal blog

I am 18 id prefer my poetry be digested by an audience older then the age of 14 however i know the forbidden fruit drives to insanity, leaves with a sugar rush and a craving for more leaving me unable to geniuenly stop anyone if i do see someone who is not of the audience i specified i will block you for my personal comfort i do hope it is understood

Please enjoy the intensity of my poems leave a note any suggestions and constructive criticism is welcome

My dms are open to anyone for anything that said this is the end of this introduction write and pour your soul out like you would pour brand new wine into a brand new glass :)) and all the love for my fellow writers and poets not excluding the enjoyers of this art

[heyitsme-z-deactivated20170804]

honesty hour 👀 anon or not I have to answer

[mrsstab]

A secret. I’d love to chat

Whats stopping you then?

Go ahead ill answer :)

[redinkquill]

I hope you don’t leave me behind

When you walk into you new life

[dontdieonmeyet]

a delicate balance

i wonder why i am expected to celebrate

to feel happy when i succeed

or when i achieve

because when i am not feeling

i am told that i must feel

and when i feel too much

i am told to do much less

so what what is this balance i wonder?

delicate, but

never acknowledged

only set to satisfy the words of others

that did not speak to my own

[mrsstab]

Bad idea

It is merely a bad idea

A lousy concept

In a faulty essence

Your mutter full of impurity

Became my disease

I am made of fragments

Of who you once were

Of who they once were

I am solely a hypothesis

A question

Of

"What if?"

Ensuing the bad idea

Followed by the action

Concluding in your final destination

Down with me to the depths of the earth

Welcome to the inferno my love - Mrs stab

[bebs-art-gallery]

Dante's Inferno (1861)

— by Gustave Doré

[mrsstab]

Deceptions

Why are you sharpening your tongue

When we have set to meet

For a peace treaty

Whilst i await for you

In my unlocked garden

Preparing a floral arrangement

Filling up a basket with fresh fruit

Ready to invite you back to my chambers

For another type of fruit

One of the forbidden - Mrs Stab

[girl-torturee]

i wish someone wrote songs and poems about me and the things they admire.

the way i write about them, and everything i adore.

[lipikkawrites]

You have so many beautiful chapters to write, so keep going.

-@lipikkawrites

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

We never been so out of touch

[mrsstab]

Lost

Awaken doom

Awaken sorrow

For all is lost

Within my marrow - Mrs stab

[puredrip-deactivated20220320]

Put a secret in my ask box.

[soul-from-another-era]

Your heart is a crime scene. There are old letters stacked on the shelves. The place reeks of memories. There’s blood in every corner, but there’s also love. So much love.

~Rithvik singh

[mentalabrasion-blog]

Tired of longing

For something long gone

[mrsstab]

To write or not to write

To be or not to be

Better said to write or not to write

Do all artists have a taste for hysteria

Or is art entrancing them to the intoxication that is lunacy

Artristry gives you an aroma of the specifics

The compulsion to unearth the covert

Spellbound to sever the colectivity of homo sapiens

The undeserving seizing, ultimately reeling

That despite their repulsiveness

Despite their condemnation

Their viciousness

Originating from an artists depictions

They would be viewed as alluring

As a sufferer

More so artists infatuation to alter misery

Reconstruct it to an angelic object of art

Dooming the artist

To their own carange - Mrs Stab

[remanence-of-love]