#spilled though

[metaphoricallymk]

I belong to him wholly, even if he’ll only ever be mine in fragments. I pick glass out of my fingertips each time I touch him.

-m.k. // firestarter pt. 2

[me-just-then-blog]

Silence Is only silence if you let it be Love Is the space between heartbeats Poetry Is the space between stanzas We Are the space between two cities We exist In the space between now And I can’t wait

long distance (ii)

[dbzwar]

Everyone wants that one person to confide into their sorrows

[venoms-ink]

Shatter Glass:

The light for some is too bright. 

It is the reason as to why some lose sight of what feels right. 

I was sighted tiptoeing through the night. 

Alone with spirits and creatures who own the night.

I am meant to strike fright when in sight. 

I’ve taken flight and stalk my victims through the night. 

With a coal dark soul and a black ink bleeding heart. 

If you want the gates to open, to the world of ash. 

Before you hit start, you undoubtedly need to compensate whether you will last. 

Within the warm damp ash.

I know I will. 

However, do you know the drill? 

Are you also able to recognize whether what you are seeing is real. 

Do not be still.

[charliewykes]

sole prescience

Obsession lit up a complicated conversational man. Suggesting ideas in the face of proven simplifications Confusing self-identified incoherence rewritten Then spoken taking genius’ crown lent out spanning Televised vacations as long as the mic was on

Spewing carefree songs wearing a glittering jacket With chinos his parents deemed obscene Continuing to interview the fleeing refugees Where he noticed immediately the drawbacks Behind the demeanor he presented himself to be

With self-deprecating emotional extremities Realizing on his own that he had to do Was to simply roll up his sleeves Then the world would accept him For what he could never seem to see

[venoms-ink]

Will There Be More?

May 10, 2017

With all these emotions.

Trapped deep within.

Are driving me to win.

After we touched skin to skin.

Now people say we are a sin.

Without life wouldn’t be able to begin.

People say we are bond to split apart.

But I’m not going against my heart.

Because together we are brighter than a spark.

And I won’t let people tare us apart.

We may slip and fall.

But so do all.

 Does he know the hidden secrets trapped within?

When I look into his eyes that brings me back to life.

That all the pain deep inside, which has been berried over time with lies.

Does he know though?

That I’m may be running out of time.

Until I lose my mind.

But I’m not going to hide.

Any more.

Because that was my life before.

Unless there i-i-i-i-is no more.

Like before, we met.

Before I reset.

When I was poor.

Until I shut that door.

And found my floor.

Moving to my own course.

Does he know?

When he does will he go?

And I’ll walk alone.

Or will he share his thrown.

With one of our own.

But does he know?

[venoms-ink]

Returning:

You claw at your skin. 

In attempt to free, the emotions trapped within. 

You think you have sinned. 

Therefore, you think you can no longer win. 

However, your life is in its mists to begin. 

Therefore, you are up all day and night. 

With little to no fright. 

Each day you fight with all your might. 

You are now able to see the light. 

Now snagged on a cobweb. 

Due to the temptation to touch the hand of self-sabotage. 

Realizing you can use the cobweb. 

To patch the cracks. 

A pone your canvas. 

That has been allowing your soul. 

To seep through. 

Out to the ungrateful people. 

Who don’t deserve to know you. 

You are now bulletproof.

[venoms-ink]

On the Edge:

You can be doing well for months at a time. 

Until you are thrown too many mountains to climb. 

At a given time. 

You close your eyes. 

The emotion go sky high. 

The frustration monster comes alive. 

You run and hide. 

Now the blood slides. 

You break done and cry. 

Running out of breath. 

You want so badly to go back and live the lies. 

Put back on your disguise. 

Because you know, you are running out of time. 

So afraid of your own mind. 

You are becoming unstable on the line. 

All you dream about is suicide. 

Unable to feel alive. 

It is almost time to decide. 

Before you lose your mind. 

Or have you already lost it. 

Now you are slowly becoming the monster. 

That you’ve always been afraid of.