Poetry

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inkycapnip

14 May 2025

Maybe not being able to hear a voice in my head
Is an invitation to speak gentle thoughts out loud
I’ve made the mistake of yelling them into a crowd

Faces of strangers marred with darkness
Muzzling me with a lack of guidance
Still I stumble
Cutting my hands with tools I fumble
A voice meant for singing turns to a mumble
Artificial humility starts to crumble

The resilience of light born in darkness
Lemon juice drips in a fiery ring
Softness lends itself to a flexible hardness
I can finally hear a voice when I sing

There's Time

I oft feel like I’m running out Wading in stagnant waters of doubt I wonder how I’ve survived without The things I can only dream about There is a time to mourn the past But bad things never seem to last It was my mind that held so

Crystal Clear Lines

guarantee we’ll survive every flow and ebb of tides we don’t control but thrive in spite of silly choices silly people silly fingers through the peephole empty words could never cut we’ve been through worse it’s not for us and so we remain simple unbothered opened

Ginny

I want to believe someone who writes such beautiful poetry could never hurt me, or desert me. Can I be worthy of such sweetness without suffering? I’ve never really been seen, People rarely get what I mean, But you dissect so effortlessly, A power that enraptures me. I notice

No one will believe you

Threaten one more time and I will spill every secret You’re naive to think I’d continue to keep it My lips are as loose as these tiny little screws Consequences of your actions long overdue “Keep your mouth shut or tighten the noose” I’d rather set fire

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There's Time

Crystal Clear Lines

Ginny

No one will believe you