Words of Ink

Words of Ink

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One word. I fell in your trance, sucked into your inky depth. Two words. You drew me in, my attention rapt. Three words. I laughed, I cried, I knew Four words. that you were just a word of ink. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* This is my collection of poetry and short stories, most will be sad/ dark/ angsty. I won't be updating regularly, just whenever I get my creative juices flowing, which, mind you, doesn't happen often. Also, I would love if you guys comment telling me what you thought of my piece of writing (your impression and what you think it's about/analasys). Don't be shy to give me advice and tell me what I could do better: I don't mind criticism, as long as you're not rude about it :) NOTICE:: does anybody know how to make a good cover photo? If yes, then I would be really grateful if somebody could help me out (y) XD
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Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018

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