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)

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

Serious Shit

Now this is some serious shit. Take a read. Written by Spilling Ink’s Mikhail Simmons


I do serious shit
That end up sounding legit
Different to any crit
Or things we used to spit
You know…
Back in the days when it was all about
Diddly jack shit
And playing with clits
Which Is probably what these youths need
Instead of playing with clips
Murderous tools
Meant to depopulate a specific breed
Concentrate
If they really wanted them gone wouldn’t it be done
Just like when their sons kill another one
It disappears from our news
Sometimes I swear
its lossed screws
Sins past due
Grins back… Because it true
And you
And I
Still watching as societal norms
Crush our beliefs
A true tragedy
Of me I
And now
You and I
Never have the right
To try
But all right to die
meaningless triumphs
As we all just die young
Guns and drugs
Skins and Thugs
Ministers and world leaders
Men tasked with protecting our nation
Devastation
In relation to a mind bobbling sensation
Of shit
Things I never writ,
Wrote, Spoke
Do dope,
Put my hands between a spinning wheel
Cheat, beat…
The hands that feed me
Bleed for me, dream about me
Fight and die for me
Sins that cry not to be
Lost souls fail to see,
Being different is what truly brings us to be
An untold creed,
And what we cease to be,
Is Truth.
As speaking out of turn lands us back in Shit
So why don’t I do serious shit?
Its simple…
We’re already
In… Serious shit

Spilling Ink (M.S)

Verdict

This piece entitled verdict written by Spilling Ink’s , Gloreen Lake. Read and we do hope you enjoy


I understand
I get it
you need evidence
irrefutable proof I’m not riding the fence
how can I be sure,you say
clearly you must see
you are my equal opposite
therefore you must believe
you are just like me
and I’m like you
surely, you mustn’t doubt that too
plain as day
if you ask me
heart strings pulling
like a Mozart Symphony
But I Digress
for i understand
the unspoken truth
that lies at hand
reminisce
bitter sweet
my soul let’s out a tearful weep
the lashes of rejection
an attempt to avoid collision
to salvage the remains of this union
finding strength as we walk in unison
But I maintain
my stance still the same
as the day we met
I refuse to live a single day with regret
blessed to know you
for that I do
And I pray to the man up stairs
we can share another moment or two
so that I may show you
not just tell you the words
that you can see
we don’t exist between separate world’s
We are just one in the same
looking in a mirror
fighting everyday
to live through the terror
of this life that has tarnished us
but not to worry I’m here now
and I believe in us
Gloreen Lake 2015© – Spilling Ink

Transcend


She strings words from the depth of her soul
In tuned with her feelings
Giving life to her verbs
Intricate was her design.
A peculiar flower
Full of expression
Yet timid to the touch
Blossoming to life’s beauty
While I,
Forever the wonderer
Chasing the dreams of yesterday
Crafts words from my imagination
Make belief my sedation
The eyes see yet
The brain chooses relativity
That the dread of this world is a fantasy
We
She and I
Kindred spirits
Derived from different worlds
Yet these plains share the same existence
The bittersweet fragments of star-crossed affection
The clandestine affair of two beings
Without figure or form
Identity still an illusion
Yet what is the definition?
Beyond words explanation
Fragile sentiment
Thinking this could be categorized

Olsfred James 2015© -Spilling Ink