My footsteps creak
My mind speaks
But I don’t hear a thing
Because I see you over there

I must be hallucinating, I must be wrong
You’ve been dead for too long
But I reach out anyway
To touch your familiar face

Then you’re gone
You’re always gone　 

#poetry  #spilled ink  #rejectscorner  #r.i.p. series  

the story of scars

avant-que-joublie:

it was written and
then lost, the stones it
had been carved
into crumbled by the
weight of the world

#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  

Mad World [From Donnie Darko] - Gary Jules/Michael Andrews

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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 drags them all the way back to her work room, while their bodies are barely holding onto their tattered souls. They scream, cry, plead the whole way. But she doesn’t hear it. 

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  

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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’ll save it up for a hot, windless day.
And give it to her mommy so she won’t faint.

She likes picking flowers and giving them to her mommy. 
She likes it more when mommy will put them in her hair.
Later that night she’ll press them between the pages of Goodnight Moon. 

She likes to dance on her tip toes and make funny faces and sounds. 
Everyone will laugh and mommy will say, “My little girl, isn’t she so cute?”
And everyone will agree.

And one day when she’s older she’ll wonder what happened.

Because she won’t be able to catch the wind anymore,
Or where flowers in her hair,
She won’t need to read Goodnight Moon to fall asleep, 
They won’t laugh or say she’s cute when she clowns around
And mommy won’t always be there to make everything okay.  

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  

#xD  #griev  #duckkkkk faccceeee  #just for jason  #lol  

#jumpstart  #huntspoint  #myloves