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My footsteps creak I must be hallucinating, I must be wrong Then you’re gone #poetry #spilled ink #rejectscorner #r.i.p. series
the story of scars
#thestoryofscars #eh #sorry #spilled ink #rejectscorner #what i wrote #otherpeopleswriting
Butterfly Migration
I didn’t know what happened. I heard the fluttering of little wings, and I felt someone similar holding me. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my room was filled with blue butterflies: eastern tailed, fender’s, karner, pacific dotted. Some of them were walking along me, others were resting on the few possessions I’ve been able to keep in my twenty years of life, while others were in their scattered flight that never seems to have much direction or meaning. Then there was you. You were holding me close, rocking me like a sick child. You didn’t say anything, you didn’t look at me. You just kept me close and rocked me. I grabbed on to you and asked you not to go. I only said ‘stay,’ And you were gone. I haven’t seen butterflies since. #prose #spilled ink #r.i.p. series #rejectscorner ![]() [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] 37 plays Mad World - Tears for Fears, (Gary Jules and Michael Andrews cover) #Mad World #Tears for Fears #Gary Jules #cover #song #music #Michael Andrews #Donnie Darko Hook, line, and sinker.
She’s careful when she’s cutting out their dreams. She can’t tear them, or they are no good anymore. She doesn’t like to waste. Then she places them in a mason jar. Some of the dreams have to go in big gallon jars, because they can’t fit in the regular size ones. Others can fit in little jars that are used for storing garlic. She has them suspended in sugar water so she can watch them struggle to swim around. They ping around the walls of their new prison like a confused fish, fighting for an escape. They don’t want to be swimming around in a jar, they want the ocean, but those glass walls are too hard to break. They are only little dreams that never got the chance to build up fighting muscle. They never got the chance to become reality. Then she’ll place them in the refrigerator and watch them all like some people watch t.v. She leaves the victims to die alone, left in her work room. There is several layers of dust covering everything, because that’s what they become when she is through with them. Stale air and dust. #prose #spilled ink #rejectscorner I hear you calling my name. I am trying to walk over to you, but I swear someone replaced my legs with lead pipes. I can’t seem to pick them up. I see your eyes pleading for me, and I want to touch your face, but you’re so far away. Now my mind’s wandering, because I feel you in my dreams, reaching out to me. Is that you, pulling my heart under with you? #prose #poetryintheraw #spilled ink #rejectscorner #i don't know They want to see my grave as if my soul still resides there. They follow the path of my fallen mistakes that leads to what used to be me. They read my head stone “R.I.P.” and They weep, because My touch can’t be felt in a cemetery. #poetry #spilled ink #rejectscorner ![]() [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] 297 plays La Dispute - Such Small Hands #La Dispute #Such Small Hands #song #music #i am obsessed with this song right now The wind’s whispering his name at the window. Will he follow, or will he stay home? No time to think, he takes the leap. His soul does fly, a bird in the sky. He never turns back to see the fear Left behind the window glass pane, For the weight of it would bring him Crashing to the ground. He’s free. #poetry #spilled ink #rejectscorner
Little Girl
She’s catching the wind between strands of her hair and her tiny little fingers. She likes picking flowers and giving them to her mommy. She likes to dance on her tip toes and make funny faces and sounds. And one day when she’s older she’ll wonder what happened. Because she won’t be able to catch the wind anymore, But the love will be sewn deep in her heart so she’ll never forget. #poetry #spilled ink #rejectscorner #idk #this didn't come out the way i wanted it to |
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