#spoiled ink

[zombie-patato]

The wind messes with your  hair but you’re messing with my heart . And the water starts to pour. I watch you dance to the sound of the thunder,but what about the storm starting in my heart. Your eyes are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen but I never seem to be able to make eye contact. You tell me to come out and enjoy the rain and I do as you say. You scream the lyrics to my favourite song and oh my love, I’ve never felt more free. Free from this world and free from me. I watch the sky pour down on all of us. It fades all of us away. All of us,except you.

[robertpmsnoek-blog]

'There are a million ways to die, also a million reason to keep fighting..'

-RPMSnoek

[monogamyart]

We want to thank all the people that suport our work. ‘Cause this inktober was awesome. For the first time we could made a whole story about something that we really enjoy doing!

Hope you guys liked this year inktober! We’ll see another collection on next year!

So this month have a lot to go. We ain’t gonna stop right here!

This month we’re going to do an Artbook about Neo Jidai. 

Wait to see it and we’ll gonna update it as soon as we can make this artbook happen.  Thanks a lot!

[fantastick5gianna-blog]

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[ashtyn1curious-blog]

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[mcparty27]

Word Farts

It's a mad, mad mad, mad world The whole thing is bollocks Yes I get tired of rhyming Nothing flows anymore Every thought interrupted Every fantasy disgusted I've too much to do The whole thing is tits up Something of a terrible cluster fuck The bards of old didn't write this way At least not often I guess Quill and ink, candle and parchment No worries about batteries dying Or the cloud closing down I should behave But it feels like literally no one else is Life gets boring I like to make my own fun There's no high like the rush of adrenaline Oh Tumblr You amuse me But you too have been thus far boring No one challenges the real status quo We're all the same Broken people with different names I should stop the rhyming this minute Fezik would ask if anyone would like a peanut Where is your hope? Where is your joy? What do you base your morals on? No really, how do you define right and wrong? I dance along two extremes The best for me And the worst It's like eating salt To stoke your thirst Before drinking the best, most satisfying drink you ever have, or ever will have Apparently I need to rhyme So I'll post this scribed disaster And start something better soon after

[songagainstitself]

This one I wrote almost a decade ago. Mainly just getting weird with it, y'know?

New Order, Same Shit

We like the way it looks,

the crooked portrait of aging dawn.

It came on slowly, like a yawn,

and pawned its supply of disfigurements

off on us, which we reluctantly accepted

as a sort of peace offering, but one

whose rationale was not immediately apparent.

After all, we’d barely been introduced.

What was your name again? What do you do?

A thin blue haze settled on the avenue

and we breathed in its fumes,

filling our lungs with a bitter sweetness,

something like nostalgia, but a nostalgia

for some discordant era we never lived through.

Wrapped in that eldritch comfort, we sunk

deep into a slumber filled with dreams

whose unsavory meanings we haven’t

yet coped with, and upon awakening,

we were stupefied by how greatly everything

had been altered, faltering as we rose,

wondering whether or not we fit into

this new order of things.

-r. miller

[songagainstitself]

I think this piece is fairly self-explanatory.

For the record, I've avoided really talking a whole lot about my own work, but given how nonsensical a lot of it is, I feel like if I give a little backstory regarding inspiration and such, it will help the reader feel a bit more engaged.

So...

Here's an Untitled Love Poem

You tease me,

belle chanteuse,

with a voice

as heavy as marble

and as green as marijuana.

Be gentle, or else.

I might unravel,

nerve by nerve,

and end as a squishy bundle

of bloodied threads

in the center

of your chamber

and royally undermine

your feng shui.

-r. miller