my poetry

my poetry
is my emotion
born from paint splatters
and frozen tears
pen ink on skin
and mid shower dreams
never will i part
with the beating heart
of my poetry
and never will i lose my voice.
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Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

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  • Poetry

    By Inkpaw

    The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

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  • Poetry

    By Inkpaw

    Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

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  • Poetry

    By Inkpaw

    Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker 

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