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There is a wall around my heart That has no end and has no start Of greyish, haunting marble stone It stands there weary and alone

Posted By SprawlingInk On 02.03.2013 @ 2:43 pm

I could stir my brain with a stick. The insides sticking, coagulating, congealing. The gray matter reflecting the gray world that holds me captive.

Posted By SprawlingInk On 12.15.2012 @ 3:48 pm

The compact glint of a thousand lives decimated instantly in the blink of an eye

What from these ashes can ever grow? Will hope spring from where sorrow sows?

Posted By SprawlingInk On 09.11.2012 @ 9:48 pm

I think I have some Jung on the brain yearning for word association until spa becomes spar becomes battle becomes victory becomes life becomes death and all the circles in between

Posted By SprawlingInk On 09.09.2012 @ 7:44 pm

I cling to this sunshine that wraps around my arms pulling my skyward and smoothing me with hope instilling the belief that I can go on for now

Posted By SprawlingInk On 03.12.2012 @ 8:27 pm

I cling to this sunshine that wraps around my arms pulling my skyward and smoothing me with hope instilling the belief that I can go for now

Posted By SprawlingInk On 03.12.2012 @ 8:26 pm

I stumbled through the maze the walls of leaf and vine and wondered if I would my destiny soon find

I came to fear the middle though branches I did rend for there was the ever-growing fear that there I’d meet my end

Posted By SprawlingInk On 02.12.2012 @ 4:08 pm

The walls close in as I breath out mimicking my heartbeat sealing off my shout

The walls close in as I breath out and slowly suffocate on doubt

Posted By SprawlingInk On 02.07.2012 @ 5:54 pm

The snowflake sparkled in the moonlight, flitting in daring spirals through the silence, until it came to land on the curve of her cheek mixing with the teardrop as graceful and unique as the flake that had descended from heaven

Posted By SprawlingInk On 01.11.2012 @ 3:11 pm

The crash of thunder echoed against the curve of her skull pounding away, an omen of some as yet unseen, lightning

Posted By SprawlingInk On 12.19.2011 @ 7:25 pm

Let my horses run free to the edge of the earth and come back untainted with the glow of rebirth

Posted By SprawlingInk On 11.24.2011 @ 9:15 pm

She played by the rules and colored in every line so no one would notice her complete lack of spine.

Posted By SprawlingInk On 11.20.2011 @ 1:33 pm

He shuffled the deck of cards, his hands gracefully performing the practiced motion. I studied them, his hands, wrinkled and worn by the ravages of time. Hard and calloused from growing up too much too fast in an age now long forgotten. Hands whose fragility belied the strength behind them and held a thousand stories in their furrowed lines.

Posted By SprawlingInk On 11.18.2011 @ 1:36 pm

She tires easily now it seeps into her bones like a dull acid rain eating her slowly from the inside out until finally, finally she ends in a glorious implosion

Posted By SprawlingInk On 11.05.2011 @ 12:24 pm

She cursed as she felt her hair slick to her forehead its strands weighing her down creating slithering strangleholds caught in a downpour powerless to resist and as she grew heavier she wondered how anyone could see this as cleansing

Posted By SprawlingInk On 11.04.2011 @ 5:52 pm

It was a combination of lust and rage that freed the demon from its cage because who can ever resist the whim? The carnal temptation, the night of sin.

Posted By SprawlingInk On 11.03.2011 @ 8:11 pm

She wanted her life to be a profound statement unfettered by the mundane activities that were currently stifling her from the outside in a bland docility where wildness wouldn’t grow

Posted By SprawlingInk On 11.02.2011 @ 9:10 pm

The epiphany came in a growing effervescent glow creeping up the tips of her fingers and hands and limbs until it swallowed her whole Shivers danced across her skin, stars flashed behind her eyelids As she reached out her arms beseeching him to return

Posted By SprawlingInk On 11.01.2011 @ 4:22 pm

Let’s make a sacrifice by breaking the sunbeams across the altar of tomorrow to bring about a glorious daybreak as yet unpromised

Posted By SprawlingInk On 10.29.2011 @ 9:45 pm

The feeling’s mutual I guess but maybe I’m not so sure as I stand on the precarious edge between heart and head on the great divide between love and mind that assures us that we’re not dead

Posted By SprawlingInk On 10.18.2011 @ 8:18 pm

She painted her life in dull shades of gray because she found that it helped to drive others away

And though she might want them to resist her and stay She finds that her heart fares much better this way

Posted By SprawlingInk On 10.17.2011 @ 6:39 pm

Let us engage in the art of war whose majesty lies in its savage seduction in its beautiful carnage and graceful destruction where shoots push through the cindery ash into the afternoon sun

Posted By SprawlingInk On 10.16.2011 @ 5:04 pm

I want some sage advice but it seems that that’s the stuff of legend nowadays We’re so concerned, so infinitely wrapped up, in ourselves

Posted By SprawlingInk On 10.15.2011 @ 11:45 am

The stacks of books covered with dust breathe out the poetry within their texts perfuming the musty air with their sweet knowledge

Posted By SprawlingInk On 10.10.2011 @ 7:44 pm

I want to feel the electric ignition of neon lights arcing across my skin until I think myself as prosperous and empowered and free as the long line of ancestors stretching behind me

Posted By SprawlingInk On 10.07.2011 @ 6:06 pm

I was warned about the danger of giving my heart away to a stranger but at the time it seemed so freeing til past its prime he crushed my being

Posted By SprawlingInk On 10.05.2011 @ 12:58 pm

You try on morals like I try on skirts twisting them side to side and on and off as fluid and graceful as if it were an art because to you they’re a fashion choice a statement piece an accessory to be discarded as soon as you get bored

Posted By SprawlingInk On 10.04.2011 @ 5:27 pm

I suppose you’d like me to give in to apologize to kick and scream and beg but here’s a supposition you probably never considered: in the end I realized you never meant that much

Posted By SprawlingInk On 10.03.2011 @ 1:51 pm

Her braid hung thickly down her back, weighing her down. A testament of the past, of time slowly dragging her down in his hold.

Picking up her knife, she chopped it off.

Posted By SprawlingInk On 10.02.2011 @ 10:18 am

Please forgive me for my lack of romance, but I’d like to know when writing sonnets and moving mountains became better than the simple holding of hands?

Posted By SprawlingInk On 09.30.2011 @ 3:28 pm