Spilling ink, Bleeding poetry

random thoughts, no rhyme or reason

[writing-sword]

You are about to enter a realm of words. Words to inspire, scare, fill your heart with joy and sadness, calm and madness.

There is no specific genre or mood, enjoy the pull and push of the tide and accept the vibe.

This blog is full of words; mine and others. Sometimes I write snippets and phrases and sometimes scenes of stories dragged out of the dark crevices of my mind. Perhaps once in a while, you'll get to enjoy the entire tale, enticing beginnings to sorrowful ends.

My original work is under #sword's song

Asks are open; inspire, compliment, share your thoughts or reflect, just be respectful.

You're all welcome here. Come unassuming, come kind but most of all, come curious and full of wonder.

[writing-sword]

Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

- Dylan Thomas

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Holding your hand is no longer enough, feeling your arms around me does not sate me.

I want to open your skin with the reverence of a priest to their god.

I want to split your ribs with the gentleness of a mother to her newborn child.

I would crawl inside and hold your heart soft and caring, whispering all the ways in which i love you.

I want to grow a garden with my sweet words and devotion

Then lay for eternity

There, where I can be one with you, my love.

[writing-sword]

She was heaven to my hell

-unknown

[bloombound]

[writing-sword]

"Am I too much for you?"

"Do I put you off?"

You could never put me off. You are never too much. I choose you and I will choose you again and again and again. I did not love you unexpectedly and quickly. It did not fall off a ledge or jump in cold water. I loved you with intention, I knew I was hooked from that day and I allowed it. I walked into it calm yet excited, hopeful with all the new possibilities. I clenched my jaw around the hook, tasting the blood and swallowing with a smile. I pierced my skin with your thorns, feeling the coppery liquid warm me as it flowed down my arms.

It is worth it. For the sweet scent you fill my lungs with, it is worth it. For the warmth in my belly and the smile on my face. My darling, you are worth it!

You can never be too much for you are the air i breathe and the water I drink. You are a necessity and a luxury and mine

mine

mine.

You are mine in this world and the next and I will always choose you. With my heart and my mind and my very soul. I will choose you.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[thoughtkick]

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying ‘I will try again tomorrow’.”

— Mary Anne Radmacher

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[kocalls]

[quoteastic]

One day it just gets better. There's no explanation or reason why. You just wake up and you're not angry anymore.

[ss-writess]

“If I touched you the way I truly wanted to, I think even your bones would remember me after death.”

[thequotespot]

“I spent so much time trying not to be a burden that I carried everything alone.”