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In the Name of Honor
I imagine, As I do so many nights
Of what might have happened
If we had turned off the lights.
Of what lips might have kissed,
Of where familiar hands would find rest
And if you would have found the tattoo on my wrist
To be worthy of your mouth, as it blessed
The ink so unquestionably my own,
In the light of truth I must admit,
You helped to shape its bones
And so, by rights, made half of it.
We did not cross honors line
We did not taste impulses sweet burn
But all the same,
I know you wonder at being mine
I know you wonder if I could learn
But the answer lies in my DNA,
Its engraved, branded, and entwined
I will never be more than passing disarray
Forever choosing the cants, shouldnts, and blind.
~S
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Literature
Dark Moments
Labored breath, not enough air
A precise point, a razors edge,
When you cease to care.
Youre balancing on a ledge
And no one seems to see
And wondering to yourself
How did this ever come to be?
You cant pin down a time
Its beyond the realm of a minute or a day
And you cant remember why you decided to stay
An old whisper flickers in your thoughts
Dont be silly little girl, of course its all your fault.
You already knew it was too much to ask,
Too many ragged edges, sharper than broken glass.
It makes sense and it doesnt,
Its done now and part of me wishes it wasnt.
Somewhere deep down, numbness slowly grows,
Face becoming a mask, so nothing shows.
You lock yourself away
Safe but not sane the longer you stay
Little girl, why do you cry?
No one will save you, no use to try
Handprint bruises mark mocha skin
And scars fade too fast to betray your history of marred grins
The lashes on your back
For whatever reason, unable to heal
Canvas of white lines a sacred seal
Please, please you cried--
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Literature
Seeking Dreams
A dream has died,
Long live the dream
The only hope now is
To conquer the king.
The king is death
Death is the crown
The crown rules the world
And the world must bow
There is but one god,
Many gods
Who all claim the crown
Those bowing must avow
But I do not bow.
I know God,
And she grieves with eyes cast down
Not tears oh no,
The angels do not sow
The spirits watch, and weep
The glory of men not theirs to keep
God watches, God sees
It knows our deeds
Heartbreak and healing,
Practice and pride,
There is nothing we can hide.
I have tasted the divine.
I feel it in you.
I know it in me.
It is something that cannot be unseen.
I will find it again, seeking a dream.
~S
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Literature
Follow the Road
Hit the door running
The world is coming
Slam the door closed
Before being exposed
Too late too late
For very important dates
Crashing down like tidal waves
Responsibilities, reality, last-minute saves
A bottle of this and a bucket of that
Keep on running or risk falling flat
Grab your combat boots and your gear
Hurry hurry, no time for tears
Lost dreams creeping up to your ears
Competition shoving at every fear
Follow the road, which way to go
Cheshire cat grins just waiting to crow
With every decision and mistake, “I told you so”
Flash a vicious smile
Show your fangs while standing trial
Stand straight, head held high
Watch as the laughter dies from their eyes
As you climb up, up, up: so very far
Soon you wont see anything but your stars.
~S
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Literature
Aurora Borealis
Theres this sensation, with mistakes
Sometimes it lets you escape
Sometimes it sinks into your bones, a nagging ache
I am beyond angry and confused
I am violent and becoming unglued
I dont mean too, Not always I swear
But its so hard when you believed they cared
My knuckles are scraped and bloody
I hide them from unwelcome study
My voice is a whisper when it should be a roar
I find I lack the strength to yell anymore
When did I become this sniveling brat
One who falls so easily, with the presence of a gnat
I used to fill the room
With the Aurora of myself
But Ive fallen upwards to the moon
A master library without shelves
Im tired of being played with, then erased
I wont be your secret, last minute ace
Im tired of being ignored
Your preferred pawn on the game board
I was the Borealis, raking through the sky
I owned my faults and made them mine
I’ll grow into it again, a new zigzag line
~S
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Literature
The Girl with an Unknown Name
Sunset on the mountains
And moonrise on the sea
With a heart meant for wandering
And courage enough to bleed
Body covered with stories
Ink etched into skin
Serving permanent reminders
Of every Glory, every Sin
Haunting memories in plenty
Trapped inside her head
Rum filled bottle for company
While dreams are filled with lead
Her Temple is weathered and calloused
Countless curves edges angles and lines
Endless scars create a living atlas
All won or stolen with time
Drawing intuitive maps with unflinching eyes
She travels towards unseen goodbyes
Celestial bodies only mocking, deceptive guides
Beneath formidable and exquisite Sisyphean skies.
~S
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Literature
Cruel Alignment of False Stars
When it seems the stars are aligned
And your world is in their eyes--
Your love is sacred, not to be denied
Never thinking the foundation could be a lie
Booze and firelight cant make this ache go away
Only a dare, a pleading wish, for them to stay
How could the fates be so cold
Tearing you down, making you fold
Every moment feeling closer to a thousand years old
Blood and tears make ink so unmatchably bold.
The betrayal is deep, it cuts to the core
No answers to be found here, not anymore
A bond is severed, ties have been lost
This heartbreak came with a terrible cost.
~S
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Literature
Choice Design
Crescent moons the color of ashes
Hidden well beneath tired lashes.
Tight grip when you wont cry
Smiles that dont quite reach your eyes.
You may think I cannot see,
But I feel more with my heart
Than anything my eyes could tell me.
I hear you
Even when silence is your speech.
I do not ask you to ignore, belittle or hide;
Only please--
Unburden yourself
I want to fight by your side.
Dont you know?
All your demons are mine
Not by fault,
But through my own choice design.
~S
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Literature
Waiting for Morning
You're asleep and thats okay
Tomorrow dawns another day.
Trying hard to let fear go
Insecurities found in tow.
Unspoken then restitched,
Cant be broken, cant be fixed.
Tiny candle, precious flame
Empty bottles with forgotten name
Little secrets, never came.
One day to tell, all the effort used
Empty shell, exposed and bruised.
~S
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Small Stars Bigger Scars
Heart heavy with abrasions
Imagining the ink soon to be
Tracing all my constellations
Where everyone can see.
Small stars, Bigger scars
Telling stories on my skin.
Each and every one of them knows
Exactly where I've been.
~S
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I imagine, As I do so many nights
Of what might have happened
If we had turned off the lights.

Of what lips might have kissed,
Of where familiar hands would find rest
And if you would have found the tattoo on my wrist
To be worthy of your mouth, as it blessed

The ink so unquestionably my own,
In the light of truth I must admit,
You helped to shape its bones
And so, by rights, made half of it.

We did not cross honors line
We did not taste impulses sweet burn
But all the same,
I know you wonder at being mine
I know you wonder if I could learn

But the answer lies in my DNA,
Its engraved, branded, and entwined
I will never be more than passing disarray
Forever choosing the cants, shouldnts, and blind.

~S
In the Name of Honor
Its a special kind of cruel twist when you get reunited with old flames that never really got a chance to burn. Ill take what I can get, even if its some hazy memories of a night spent wishing for more. ~ Some Kind of Drug by G Eazy.
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Only a Few Arrows
**Not Original Concept!!!!*** 
I found a piece of art that someone else did and wanted to practice my linework, so I copied it by sight. Planning to use this as a Rough Draft for a bigger piece, brainstorming ideas right now. Constructive Criticism much appreciated! I need someone to help me bounce ideas around. 
Music for this was AWOLNATION, Sail.... the lyrics had a huge play in this. 
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Labored breath, not enough air
A precise point, a razors edge,
When you cease to care.
Youre balancing on a ledge
And no one seems to see
And wondering to yourself
How did this ever come to be?
You cant pin down a time
Its beyond the realm of a minute or a day
And you cant remember why you decided to stay
An old whisper flickers in your thoughts
Dont be silly little girl, of course its all your fault.
You already knew it was too much to ask,
Too many ragged edges, sharper than broken glass.
It makes sense and it doesnt,
Its done now and part of me wishes it wasnt.
Somewhere deep down, numbness slowly grows,
Face becoming a mask, so nothing shows.
You lock yourself away
Safe but not sane the longer you stay
Little girl, why do you cry?
No one will save you, no use to try
Handprint bruises mark mocha skin
And scars fade too fast to betray your history of marred grins
The lashes on your back
For whatever reason, unable to heal
Canvas of white lines a sacred seal
Please, please you cried---
Now all your tears have dried.


~S
Dark Moments
Thinking bout people Ive lost, and ways that Ive lost myself, and people who chose to loose me. So many. Going home was brutal because I had to face that internal/external war on both sides. Music for this piece: Fake it, by Seether. 


    
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A dream has died,
Long live the dream
The only hope now is
To conquer the king.

The king is death
Death is the crown
The crown rules the world
And the world must bow

There is but one god,
Many gods
Who all claim the crown
Those bowing must avow

But I do not bow.
I know God,
And she grieves with eyes cast down

Not tears oh no,
The angels do not sow
The spirits watch, and weep
The glory of men not theirs to keep
God watches, God sees
It knows our deeds

Heartbreak and healing,
Practice and pride,
There is nothing we can hide.
I have tasted the divine.
I feel it in you.
I know it in me.
It is something that cannot be unseen.
I will find it again, seeking a dream.


~S
Someone asked me why I wrote, Specifically "Why do you post little poems on websites when you can write REAL stuff TroubledInkling?" (Said by someone who knew I got written work published while I was attending school at one point) 

So. Why do I write? Why do I write the way I write? Its a laughably simple answer, truly. I write this way, and not another, perhaps more official or academically usable way, because writing is a form of self expression. And this is the way I feel best expresses what Im trying to get out. Writing is an outlet I kinda gave up on for a long time, before it hit me that-- gee wait, I should be writing for me, not trying to write for the approval/attention of anyone else. And poof! Suddenly Im writing again. 

Starting a DA account and posting things that no one else may see, care, appreciate or think on isnt about "getting my work into the world". Its about me getting out of my head and putting it in a place where I can track it and look back on it and maybe get feedback or new ideas from other people doing the same. Alot of it, truth be told, is also for me to have for later. Messages to myself. When I need hope or reminders that Im capable of being more, that I already am more, It can help alot to physically see proof of other moods besides the ones Im currently struggling with. I need those reminders to help me keep my head on straight. 
 

~S
Someone asked me why I wrote, Specifically "Why do you post little poems on websites when you can write REAL stuff TroubledInkling?" (Said by someone who knew I got written work published while I was attending school at one point) 

So. Why do I write? Why do I write the way I write? Its a laughably simple answer, truly. I write this way, and not another, perhaps more official or academically usable way, because writing is a form of self expression. And this is the way I feel best expresses what Im trying to get out. Writing is an outlet I kinda gave up on for a long time, before it hit me that-- gee wait, I should be writing for me, not trying to write for the approval/attention of anyone else. And poof! Suddenly Im writing again. 

Starting a DA account and posting things that no one else may see, care, appreciate or think on isnt about "getting my work into the world". Its about me getting out of my head and putting it in a place where I can track it and look back on it and maybe get feedback or new ideas from other people doing the same. Alot of it, truth be told, is also for me to have for later. Messages to myself. When I need hope or reminders that Im capable of being more, that I already am more, It can help alot to physically see proof of other moods besides the ones Im currently struggling with. I need those reminders to help me keep my head on straight. 
 

~S

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Abit mad, the crazy kind. Lack of patience will forever be my fatal flaw. 20-something years alive so far.

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