Residuum

In the face of great adversity and strife we are often tried. We may be led to think of our dreams as unfathomable realities—-but we dare say ..challenge this belief and keep reaching for those dreams. We give you residuum….

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Dismembered souls
Caged in a fire breathing furnace
Of wistful intentions
Unfulfilled realities

Scattered dreams
Goals failed to be reached
Murdered ambitions
Torturous memories

Frail emotions
Hovered and toyed
Played like a fiddlers tune
Rejected before deployed

….all this, the remains of a life built on opportunistic dreams never seen  to fruition

SpillingInk(M.S & G.L)

Tremors

A truly heart moving piece that certainly does justice to its name. Take a moment and not just read but feel these words : Tremors by SpillingInk, O.J


Before dusk greeted dawn
Their words collided midair
Erupting into a roll of angry thunder
Shattering silence.
Demolishing peace.
Freshly sharpened chisels
Disguised as accusations
Chipped away at his frozen heart.
The ground shook beneath my feet.
These human tremors causing earth like quakes
Spun my world upside down.
Behind the fermenting liquor
There was a whiff of sacrilege
In the stench of his breath
Hidden among his countless excuses
Weaved into every word
Strung into every lie
She could tell…
She had been here before
Heard his elaborate alcohol bolstered stories
And for a time she believed him
Simply allowed herself to accept
That she, was not enough…
But this argument was different
Clear as the morning sun creeping its way into the room
Replaying his very actions
She had had enough of him
And would no longer be the addendum
To the life he trailed at the bottom of a bottle
Or between ever soiled sheets
Paid for by the sweat of her back
Yet I could only sit there
Unhelpful in my then lack of understanding
Because mommy and daddy needed to talk
And I was told not to move.

©SpillingInk(O.J)

Mermaid

Another combined piece brought to you by the three-o. Do enjoy “Mermaid”


It was a delight
Sun-kissed skin
With a touch of might
You could just imagine the physique
Rich to the tongue
A bliss to my mind
As she danced with the ocean.
Hips of carefree content
Swaying unconcerned
As her eyes mirrored
The stars of night
I’m enchanted by her expression.
Moving in perpetual harmony
Her rhythmic soul
Inviting me
To unlock her treasures stored
Washed up like shells upon this shore
Then back to ocean she drifts once more

©SpillingInk

Sentient


The ghost is sleeping
Healing, Seething
Became the person he never seem coming
Woke up from his dream
Because he believed in something
Caught up in between
Real and wanting
Need, simply wanting nothing
But is he to just put down green and live
for others
Give up the greed and show his brothers
How to succeed
Be free
True meaning of sentient being

©SpillingInk(M.S)

Illusion,Perception, Reality

Somewhere between the plains of Illusion and Perception there lies Reality ..undiscovered. Another collaborated piece by yours truly


Illusion:
Shadows of reality
Hidden in the dark
Cold recesses of the heart
Easily tipped
Fickle gatherings
Of fragile emotions
Forming gaping holes
In an over active mind

Perception:
Recognition of intuition
Correlation of the mind
And sensory awareness
Misconstrued as delusions
Lunacy
A spark of paranoia
Inexplicable festering discernment
Plaguing the mind

Reality:
Confusion of illusion,
Perception of the world
Looking through a spectrum
Using one word, disaster
Conceited beliefs
Bowing down to a master
Hatred for those who go faster
There is no question, we are the cancer.

©Spilling Ink