Chatterbox: Inkwell

you shall watch me crumble and come back up and slowly fall apart in the iron cage/chains that sucks all magic out of life...

oh you made me a broken shell as your fist collided with my chest

breath

k n o c k e d out

it fell into the air and disappeared

i grasped at the ghostmist but my nails dug in(instead)

and that set my blood flowing like warpaint

coating me in red fury before i pulled back

(Prologue end)

(Fire)

it burns the throat like

the-angry-words-flowing-out(i hope they burn your skin)

and consumes me in a b r e a t h l e s s

plead to the elements

(Water)

dousing out the flames and choking me

(i hope you choke from the tendrils my hand wraps around your throat)

it washes things into a mess and blends with my

t

e

a

r

s

(Air)

a clean slate is what i need but this blows and tears away

(tears and tears two different things but both are on your skin)

i have one more stage in the torture that grants me revenge

(Earth)

im not crying no im laughing as my throat is packed up

(soon you shall be buried with that same dirt)

all this for revenge such a foolish human thing but that is all i am a broken human little girl

all things end as they began and so this one will too

my red fury coats me

my nails grasp at nothing

i fall to the ground

oh

you shall watch me crumble and come back up and slowly fall apart in the iron cage/chains that sucks all magic out of life

and all life out of magic

submitted by Perhaps a poet , Or a storyteller
(July 26, 2018 - 10:31 am)

I like the depth of this poem. What is the rythmn of it? I think it would make a really good song, but it's a nice poem, too! 

submitted by artisticbirdie
(July 26, 2018 - 12:01 pm)

do poems

need rhythm?

i wonder  

(if they do 

then i must  

not be

a poet)

oh well

 

submitted by Perhaps a poet, age Or singer, Or storyteller
(July 26, 2018 - 12:26 pm)

Haha. I like your writing, @perhaps a poet! Is that ur username or like...

submitted by artisticbirdie
(July 26, 2018 - 1:14 pm)

a name is what you call yourself

i call myself by this

and by another

that shall remain

unknown 

submitted by Perhaps a poet, Or a storyteller
(July 26, 2018 - 1:43 pm)

I really like this! I don't think it needs a rythm, I kind of like how it's broken up. I especially like the "i hope you choke from the tendrils my hand wraps around your throat" part.

submitted by Leafpool
(July 27, 2018 - 10:46 am)
submitted by Perhaps a top
(July 27, 2018 - 2:40 pm)

hey,

why did you put Storyteller?  

is there a story behind that? 

submitted by Diabolicalseal
(July 28, 2018 - 1:35 pm)

Story

The word echoed through my ears. Words can heal the deepest wounds. Words can revive what has forever been lost.

Words can destroy you. Words destroyed me. But I regret none of it. What use would it be to cry over what I cannot change. 

The only thing I can change is my reawakening into this cruel world.

People have heard my pleas. People can help me.

submitted by Perhaps an Author, Or more
(July 28, 2018 - 5:24 pm)

also, cool poems. 

submitted by Diabolicalseal
(July 28, 2018 - 1:35 pm)

A wound and a vengeance, pain to oneself that does pain to another. Or is it? It's difficult to tell. How curious a thing. The extent of my knowledge is not enough to allow me ease in replying. This expansion into the unknown is... heady. 

Are you okay? Do you wish to continue to cause and feel pain? Are you in pain? Have you had success in taking revenge?

submitted by Viola?, age Secret, Secret
(July 28, 2018 - 8:46 pm)


So many questions...best to approach them one by one. It is easiest to get through obstacles that way, waiting until the end for everything to come together. Poetry might be the best strategy here.



Are you okay?

Is anyone

okay?

Do we not all feel pain and longing at some point?

But if this question refers to my current well-being

(As I suspect it does)

Then I suppose

I am

Okay.  

Though I have gone through desperate measures in the past

A light

Is near


Perhaps.

Do you wish to continue to cause and feel pain?

I never wished

 

I only needed 

 

You would not understand

 

What I did was foolish

 

But necessary  

As they'll understand
Someday 
Are you in pain?
Well only
(I suppose)
The pain
Of knowing
That in the end

This is the trial
Of my life
And an undecided jury
Will soon appear
Waiting to say if I am right
Or have wronged
Have you had success in taking revenge?
Yes
Yes I have
And it 
Cost me
Everything 
(End)
With that, I return to the endless space floating around me. My fate is still undecided, I see. If only my whole story could just be laid out to those who wait for answers. But there might be enough clues at the moment. I only hope they are good enough. 

submitted by Perhaps a defendent
(July 29, 2018 - 8:45 am)

Dropping my mysteriousness for a second

Darn it, the spacing came out weird. 

submitted by Perhaps bored to , Come up with a name
(July 29, 2018 - 7:54 pm)
submitted by Perhaps a top
(July 31, 2018 - 7:12 am)