A classic vantage
Perceptions gauzed in antiques
Edges of photographs crinkle
Rustic but euphoric
Art history in sight
Words written from thick blood
Deep appreciation of jazz
Grasping the top notch pen
Refined and elegant
Dressed in sophistication
Adoring her exquisite tongue
Artistic in the hurricane soul
Tasting the vintage ink
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I wallow in the paraphrases and the ick of December. Wintery trees remind me of childhood and what use to be. Today the misery and solitude linger in the brisk air. I no longer grasp and hold onto affection. I took a walk and could see my reflection in the mangled trees. Branches scattered like my frozen thoughts. I stand still as depression settles deeper. No one wants to stand from my perspective. I despise the winter and hollow chill. No one cares. I use to crave to feel. I stare into the paragraphs and emptiness flows. No one cares. I don’t ask why I am alive. I ask when will you take me out of my misery?
Eyeballing the coordinates
Interpreting and measuring the angles
Shoveled efforts plead cases
in the clay and dim ground
Removed discussions and grief
Presenting facts and disregarding
lethal gut wrenching emotion
Pulling left to be right
Pushing right to be wrong
Winning is irrelevant and misguided
Grazing thoughts of compassion
Understanding points of view
Too much gray between black and white
Indecisiveness stands still
One sided lie
Two sided truths
Equal broken indifferences and shadows
I’ve offered you a ship and you offer me a canoe
I’ve offered you a dozen roses and you offer me a dandelion
Sadness is a trigger
I’ve offered you a plate of everything and you offer me a morsel
I’ve offered you a road and you offer me a unpaved narrow path
Sadness is a trigger
I’ve offered you a tree of gold and you offer me a stained branch
I’ve offered you a notebook and you offer me a page
Sadness is a trigger
I’ve offered you barrel of ink and you offer me a ballpoint pen
When I’m gone my written words will say it all
Foolish and dumb I crumble
Stuck in a wrecking atmosphere
Drifting out of consciousness
Wishes fall beneath my feet
I can’t move
A jolt of discomfort shatters within
Starring at discolored fragments
Crying romance bellows forgiveness
Dropping rights and wrongs
I can’t move
Dying to be understood in tired eyes
All I absorb are tears and rain
wearing a chain of animosity
through a howling river
I can’t move anymore
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Like a light kite in the sky
waving at the landscapes
Adoring God’s creations
from the ground to the
feathers and trees
Flying like a hummingbird
raptured in his point of view
Watching statues and waters
from an eagles eye
Tranquility prances in the
honeysuckle breeze
Harmony is held in
Cupid’s hands
All in all beauty surrounds
us like a circle
We just have a choice
to see it
I hold the most intimate
possessions
I hold your “personal” items
I hold your fixes and thoughts
I hold your chocolate
at the crack of midnight
I hold your lip gloss and chapstick
I hold the second volume
of your cherished diary
I hold items that give you something
that your husband can’t
I’m terrified
to inhale your naked skies
I’m terrified
to kiss your illuminating scars
I’m terrified
to wipe away your violent tears
I’m terrified
to capture your torn heart
I’m terrified
to feel your dirty rain
I’m terrified
to hold on to your numb hand
I’m terrified
to feel a love that I didn’t know existed
I’m terrified
to hear the symphony in your sea
I’m terrified
to walk alone on this broken road
I’m terrified
to stand at the turns in this landscape
*Dewy Place had requested this title.
I’m alone and sleeping in the cavern
I’m alone and sleeping in the gloom
And never do I cry
I’m alone and sleeping in the dusk
I’m alone and sleeping in the morning
And never do I bleed
I’m alone and sleeping in the twilight
I’m alone and sleeping in my coffin
And never do I pray
I’m alone and sleeping in the screams
I’m alone and sleeping in the silence
And never do I laugh
I’m alone and sleeping in the scars
I’m alone and sleeping in the obscurity
And never do I change
She fell in love
with his top hat and vaudeville looks
She fell in love
with his chocolate wit and ripped edge tone
She fell in love
with his Broadway voice and commanding demeanor
She fell in love
with his gloss and glitz of his sword
She fell in love with
his galant worth and the backbone of his confidence
She fell in love
with his chivalry and gentle heart
She fell in love
with his deep river and his stark raving armor
She fell in love
with his lyrics and got lost in the melody
Today isn’t just a day to eat tons of food and be off from work. It’s a day to be thankful for so much. The sun, stars, air, family, friends and so much more. Thank you all for reading my work and purchasing my books. I am thankful to have met some great people on here.
Chopped up dialogue
Interpretations of saturation
Absorbed by lost brain waves
Unfolding by a misunderstanding
Swallowing mashed up berries
Filling heartache with sand
Surrounding it with ten pound cement
Reminiscing the foolishness
Blaming the scavengers
Walking down Cheap Wine Avenue
like a stray dog in an empty storm
Plagued with expectations
Relentlessly undressing the wounds
Baring the char broiled soul
Washing the spots of hands
Praying to turn to the left
to see the state of peace lane
Before you
castrate me
Let me sew up
your cesspool
I’d rather hear
nails on a
chalkboard than
your satanic moans
see me, I’m a seamstress–
needle and thread
put away those bitch teeth
aching in your head
Before you
piss in my cornflakes
Let me shatter
and shred your
fake Barbie doll world
that lives in
my iconic kingdom
‘neath plastic skin
vinegar rivers–
acetic acid,
bitter
Before you
scream in my
volcanic ears
Let me watch
you cry as the
reality sinks deep
knowing no one
gives a shit
about your existence
I refuse to placate–
I’m the real deal
this is all your fault
to hell with how you feel
Kindra M. Austin ~ Italic Parts
Braeden Michaels – Non Italic Parts
Inhaling a killer drug
Exhilaration tripped in a dumpster
Walking through glee in galoshes
Disgust flying like a bumble bee
Stuck in a repeating nightmare
Gloom stalks like a predator
A revolver full of hatred
Like a hammer slamming the nail
Reckless directions
A mind of inconsistencies
Surrounded by the shrapnel
Six thousand reasons to fade
A service in your polite eyes
Ungrateful and dissatisfied
Watch me flip in rectangles for you
Continuing to give the minimum
Throwing me up against the brick
wall like a domino
As you never give me an inch
Counting the years one by one
Year 15 is the most critical one
Please read it again
I am just a provider and a dollar sign
Prove to me differently
From bulldozing politics to
southern recipes
words glide
From the center of art history
to eye opening philosophy
words fly
From the core of love to
carburetors and steering wheels
words run
From the backbone of religion to
Roman orgies
words soar
From ancient reptiles to the
evolution of medicine
words are accented
From inward passions to the
hatred of war
words are like light
From the corner of your fears to
the offensive jokes
words scatter
Our universe is open for discussion
Destroyed trust smeared on shingles
Ruins spread out over the dismantled carpet
Locked up gates surrounding decrepit doors
Components of ancient clocks in disgust
Splinters in necks of apathetic voices
Arms folding like a hand of cards
Negligence lingers in the crisp air
Carelessness hobbling on a narrow path
Monotony standing tall and shrewd
Incuriosity bounces like a dodgeball
Separation is coughed up like phlegm
Alienation is the divine appetite
Four mile road of still emptiness
Unfortunately many reside in a glance of reality
Never under estimate
the voltage of affection
Revitalized
Never fear the force
of precious sentiments
Rejuvenated
Never be afraid
of the overwhelming tears
Reborn
Never neglect the seeds
of devotion
Reinvigorated
Never ignore the moments
that you once embraced
Reclaim
Never give up on love
A thousand mile per hour shove
Galant jab to the head
Like a heavyweight boxer
A face plant with spit to the floor
Pummeled by deception
Belted by the winds of lust
Aggression rises like a wave
An undercut to the ribs
Bombarded with questions
Chopped down with a sharp ax
Blasted by the electric shock
Beaten by a power house
A crack with a whip
Bitten by her savage guts
Tossed around like a rag doll
A defense shattered from the word go
Dominated like a slave
Articulate and clever
Owned by a blood sucking wench
Standing before rules and regulations
Slowly out growing demands
Up against the tightrope
Released a blow to the throat
Standing against the walls of reality
No longer living in fear
Arms raised in victory
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It’s been a pleasure my love
It’s been a joy my sweet heart
You are my center
It’s been a delight my plum
It’s been wondrous my beloved
You are my rock
It’s been precious my sweet pea
It’s been a dreamscape my angel
You are my other half
It’s been enchanting my dear
It’s been a world of glee my light
You are my world
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Storm of Ink 