Alive

words flow in my blood
ink leaking out as my tears 

while my heart beats a song 
made of life

the paint that covers my skin 
is the proof of what happens 
when you leave me alone with a paintbrush 

there's stains on my sheets 
from ice cream and rootbeer (I am still a child at heart) 

how I dance in the rain 
and run through the feilds

how I love what it means 
to be wild and free

is what tells you 
that I am alive. 
 

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

More 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

  • 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 

  • 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