Sink me into paper
Until ink bleeds
Over your cold fingers.
Ink me down;
Down into the ground.
Grind memories into nothing
With razor blade stones.
Release me with every breath.
Let every sound have a bite.
Scream the words
Over glazed eyes and tear stained faces.
Ink me down.
Your best tragedy,
Your personal comedy.
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I like snapping pictures of statues
With stone eyes and locked smiles
In place of the waves
Peaking and crashing in our souls;
Translating through film
In technicolor beauty
Flickering in greying tones.
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WordPress Daily Prompt – Finite
It’s funny when we’re young,
Decisions are made with such fiery passion.
Consequences go unobserved, misunderstood,
Silent years pass and we’re left wondering
How many second chances
Became third and fourths?
When will we see that our decisions,
Like our time,
Don’t have to be finite stones set in a wall?