Sink Into Ink

A place to spill. Messy and dark, full of heart. A blend of healing, creation, and untangling the twisted wires inside.

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Welcome to my spilling ink.

I’m sinking into my skin through poetry, art, and reflection.

You’ll find a variety of mediums here, each one a different side of me, trying to speak.

Thanks for taking a peek. I’m glad you’re here. 💟

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Spiral

Spiral, spinning, twisted, lost

Tumbling, tossing, whirling—tossed

Lost in circles, lost in pain

Dropping down to crumpled shame

Ground torn free, debris, it flies

Truths eroded, shaped as lies

Believing all they said I’d be—

Needed to, or else I’d bleed

I spun and turned, turned inside out

A whispered voice that needed shout

Breaking loose from scripts I played

Naming lies. Unmasking shame.

The spins and twists that used to scare—

They’re setting free, they’re giving air

Unlocking all I held inside

Revealing me, the one who’d hide.

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Recalibration

Tingling sparkles flying by

Traveling up and down the spine

Through the legs, down to feet—

Tiny tremors, recalibrating.

Tension leaving, melting through,

Muscles screaming, held with glue.

Pieces scattered, unaware,

Come together—nerve ends flare.

Pained and ached,

Wrapped up tight.

Loosened grasp,

Loosened fright.

Mapping paths, untraveled place—

Catching breath,

Finding safe.

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Bedtime

My bedtime ghost, it visits me

Shows me things, refused to see

Connects the dots, holds the mirror

Shows me pain and shows me fear

Feel the sting, feel the pull

Into darkness we both go

Pulling curtains, what I hid

Opened jars that had sealed lids

Look in here and look in there

Pain and darkness that we share

Sorting things once left behind

Clearing space, clearing mind

Company kept while darkness creeps

Is this for you, or is this for me?

We creep, we search

We sit, we cry

When will we finally

Say goodbye

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The lake

A sword too big to hold

Words too loud, untold

Silent fury burning deep

Trapped in tar, feet too weak

Screaming endless, lies so bold

Open failure, hurtful scold

Trust in protectors—

Tormented by specters

Never to be left alone

But what if rage could breathe,

Uncurl its fists beneath the sheath?

Not gone—just standing guard

Outside the door, not in my heart.

What if I don’t forget the ache,

But stop drinking from that lake?

Let the blade hang on the wall—

Not erased, but no longer all.

How does one not drink

From lakes of such depth?

Throat parched,

Face a mess.

Endless battle rages inside:

Take up arms, or turn to hide?

Flee the pain, or inflict my own—

The water welcomes.

The water calls.

Inhale now—

1… 2… 3…

Exhale loud—

out to 5…

Drink the water

Or stay alive.

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Hey, I just wanted to ask you if everything’s fine? You haven’t posted in a while, so I just wanted to reach out.

Aw... You're very kind. I'm 100% okay! Thank you for checking in on me. I've been on a bit of a journey inside and I just took a break for a while to expand in other areas. Thank you so much, I hope you're doing well. ♥

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Strut

Firm little strut

Marching back and forth

With what was found

Laying on the earth

The straightest stick

Like none before

In the beak

Of little bird

What a prize, what a piece

A stick to bring before the queen

Queen of the nest

Queen of the roost

She’ll boast to all

Selected proof

Not just any

Stick would do

For his sweet

A loving coo

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Relief

Movement without chains

Path is free of brush

Who could have guessed

We’d find a field so lush

Rays that once had blinded

Guiding me, their beams

Mind of only nightmares

Filling up with dreams

Heat, it used to smother

Blocking all my air

Softly flowing through me

I can only stare

How simple it is to wander

The treasures that were found

How peaceful every step is

Wrists no longer bound

Prayed nightly for these days

Wished and cried for change

I’m walking in their shoes now

Left here feeling strange

Please don’t ever take this

Sensation of relief

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Understanding

Feet dug in hard,

shoes in the dirt—

you pull me your way

with unfiltered blurts.

I pull you back,

but it’s clear I’m just

hearing you out,

extending my trust.

Rams in their clash,

deer in their rut,

truths spilling fast,

old patterns cut.

Flustered,

rattled,

frazzled,

distraught—

water needs calm

to mirror our thought.

Seeing ourselves

reflected in time,

the argument stops

its unruly climb.

Back to the steady,

explaining of sides,

embracing what’s handed,

landing softly

into understanding.

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Prompt

Arguments are hard to cool off of when in the heat of the showdown. Becoming something primal and natural in its expression. Being able to breathe and find common ground is essential, but it’s not easy. 💟

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Couple

Couple of knuckleheads,

Couple of fools—

Can’t get enough

Of the things we do.

Wanting more time,

Craving the fun,

You give me the fuel,

And the fuel never runs.

Unconventional pull,

I’m drawn into you—

Moth to a flame,

In awe of your plume.

Dripping in safety,

Your words—lovely, tasty—

I eat up each one

Like a feast I’ve been served.

Couple of sillies,

Couple of knobs,

Falling forever,

Forever in love.

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Using a random word generator to have a little fun in writing. ❤️

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The Words You Wield

The words that you wield, the power you hold

Beautiful, crafted, thoughtfully bold.

Damaged to silence, raised to obey,

Now standing firm, burning the fray.

Women made soft, people made proud,

Trained to bow down, blend with the crowd.

But not anymore: your voice is a blade,

Cutting through roles that fear had made.

No painted smile, no delicate grace,

No room for lies in this reclaimed space.

Keep spinning your stories, defending your pride

Truth is a spotlight.

Nowhere to hide.

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Storm

Smothered in storms

Lightning, it hits

Attacking each part

That still stings

I wait for the clear

It’s finally here

And the clouds roll in

Trapped again

One day it will only

Be a rolling cloud

Little sprinkles

Void of lies

Until that day

I stand in the pour

Hating breath

Tender, sore

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Stay

The clock, it ticks

for me, for you.

The only thing

you have to do

is stay.

Stay in the anger,

stay in the pain,

stay in the loss,

stay in the shame.

If you leave us

much too soon,

the winter storms

will miss the bloom.

The anger softens,

pain will fade;

loss will remember,

you will slay the shame.

And if you’re drowning

in yourself,

wait for the breath

I promise it’s coming.

This isn’t it.

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Ivy

I, an oak

Them, the leaves

Seasons change,

they fall from me.

No feeling comes

for all their fall,

each one drifts,

as good as gone.

But something different

takes its root,

digging deep,

a tender shoot.

It wraps me steady,

fully gone,

the piece of me

that’s missed so long.

Intertwined,

you wander deep

through my branches,

through my sleep.

My roots are taken

by your spread;

my heart now aches,

my soul now dreads.

Ever changed

and bound to you—

I don’t know what

we are to do.

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Family

Table set

Attention caught

I can’t relax

I taste the rot

Smiles chilling

Not reaching eyes

Overstepping

Practiced lies

Family gathers

They encroach

Supposed safety

Thin as hope

Tearing down

Others’ joy

Tiptoed stance

Damage known

Here it comes

Eyes locked on

Jagged words

Come from mom

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Gravity

The earth it holds me

Gently down

Subtle weight

Heavy sand

I feel the pull

The pressure deep

Relaxing whole

My head to feet

Snug and warm

Embraced by the

Gentle pull

Grounded in something still

No need to fight

This natural fall

Trust the hold

Through it all

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Reach

I see you there

across the sea,

endless waves,

ocean bleak.

I wave, I shout,

my arms above,

always shouting:

“It’s you I love!”

I hear your call—

it echoes true.

All I want

is to reach you.

Endless days

upon the shore,

waiting, hoping,

wanting more.

My calls of care

they never cease;

I scream it loud,

No decrease.

You look closer,

not as far.

I think I’ll reach you

after all.

Boards and planks,

nails and hammer;

I will not falter,

I will not stammer.

Connecting pieces,

pouring glue,

I swear to God,

I will reach you.