Inklings
Spec's first poem! They teach me they aren't honest They teach me their claims aren't true They show me I mean nothing That our relationship has fallen through Then I meet better people Though no more honest than the rest They first make me
Poetry
Why skip to the end When I’m barely beginning Stuck on what’s happened Worried for what’s coming My present evolves A glimpse at peace When death whispers Birth is a scream Promise to still the sway of my hips But I’d rather follow the force of
Inklings
Viva Vanitas (@vivavanitas.bsky.social)Artist and Live2D rigger, been making live2d models since 2019. Commisions are open! (see pinned post) it / he please, just another aussie <3Bluesky Social
Poetry
Rip out my lungs Fill them with tar Paint me with needles so I don't go far Cover my ears Swallow my song Make me believe I belong to someone Cut out my heart Open my thighs Intoxicate me with your beautiful lies Pull out my teeth Pin
Inklings
Viva Vanitas (@vivavanitas.bsky.social)Artist and Live2D rigger, been making live2d models since 2019. Commisions are open! (see pinned post) it / he please, just another aussie <3Bluesky Social
Poetry
Compose is a strange word for this Making my own evidence Scars on my heart take shape Words on my page bleed out No rhyme or reason Only the arcane
Inklings
whipped by @TriangleToll
Poetry
The end is not something to be controlled She is someone who reveals herself Whether young or old We cross our arms and stomp our feet Turn our heads Resist The end will never go away No matter how much we insist The end arrives Within her cloak Unifies all
Inklings
||poem for ikachan, sincerely, from yomi. sometimes i feel like a cracked bowl leaking ink, just like you. but maybe cracked things are still enough to hold something— a bit of light, a few drops of hope, a single trembling flower pushing through black soil. the dark hums louder when
Poetry
Once upon a time a shaggy inky cap mushroom dreamed of belonging to the treetops. This desire set them apart from other inky caps, so the sun cursed it with endless ink. Ordinarily, a mushroom would start to dissolve into ink once it reached maturity. Eventually the entire cap would
