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[eshaninjer]

Will you follow me into the woods,

Guided by our hearts and the Fates?

Bound in silver and gold; two souls

Destined to seal the bridge of fire.

The uras are at war and the Hunters

Are prowling near, killing off the sighted

And plotting with Gaea to reign over

The Island; the dark will win this game.

Do you have hope that we'll overcome,

The bloodshed and generations of hatred?

Can you hold on to me through the cold?

Together, we can rewrite the scrolls of our destiny.

-eshaninjer

Written for Day Sixteen of Spilled Inktober: Hope: Based off of a book I started and hope to finish one day.

[clashofdreams]

Childish Ballads at Midnight 1

Childish Ballads at Midnight 1

Days won’t matter, neither will I know when years will pass; Unimpressive colours of shades won’t make me gasp. Pictures are too perfect, too made up, too boring; The black of your eyes are cold as winter but dearer than spring Don’t look at this the same way, I’m not trying to impress Just come closer, and forget me, before I take a good look at your face.  

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[eshaninjer]

My faith in you is timeless; it burns,

Like the heart of a thousand stars.

We're bound by light,

Together we can fight blackholes

And face off against the universe.

-eshaninjer

Short poem for Day Five of Spilled Inktober: Faith

[eshaninjer]

Beneath

your dazzling eyes shimmer in the light,

revealing the waves which torment my mind.

back and forth the emotions ride, concealing a reality 

hidden from the the world at large.

plunging deeper than any ocean, 

shadowing the innocence behind your coldness,

crying out for help as you lay, bound by chains.

hidden beneath your woven soul, you wait, 

looking for silvers of kindness and hope

within the shadows of your life.

-eshaninjer 

[eshaninjer]

Poetry;

A place to pool my thoughts

And make sense of emotions.

Sew them together with metaphors,

Powder their faces with personification

And tie and bip-bop bow of hyperbole.

Literary devices and I conspire,

To embroid my happiness and pain

Into the fabric of these stanzas.

Imagery keeps me upright

When the earthquake of self-doubt

Rocks through me. My words,

Sticky, dripping with feelings,

Be it beautiful or repetitive,

Heal me. They soothe my heart.

A sentence is more than a collection

Of words; it's a string I tied together

Hoping that one day

A stranger and I will cross paths

And they'll look pass the cracked stories,

Broken verses and tell-tale dreams I wear.

-eshaninjer

Written for Day Fourteen of Spilled Inktober: Poetry

[eshaninjer]

25/06/2019

Rekindling a faded spark,

Under the cloak of night. 

Warmth radiates off their cheek, 

Sending ripples through the cold.

You’re blooming

In the light of your love,

Rendering time to a stop. 

The moment fills with bliss

And galaxies flutter overhead,

Showered you in starlight.

-eshaninjer

[eshaninjer]

traces of faded bliss cling to our minds.

the want to turn back time and start over

blooms and preens in the light of today.

a wish to rediscover the joy of exploring,

building worlds and living carefree. joy

can be found within ourselves, but not

every happy moment brings forth a smile.

-eshaninjer

Written for Day Eighteen of Spilled Inktober: Memories

[eshaninjer]

Words we hold near

And the words we share,

Bursting like fireworks

Of memory and emotions;

Unity through another's eye.

Sentences link to our hearts

Telling the tales of the past,

Distant worlds we dream of

And accounts of our lives.

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Stories can be eternal;

Casting love into pages,

Painting the night skies

And sorrow of wartime

Into our paper and text.

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Life springs from the stories

As I batte the lonely hours;

Their words make me whole.

-eshaninjer

Written for Day Eleven of Spilled Inktober: Stories