Poetry

DNA chords

inkycapnip

17 May 2025

I wonder what it would feel like to be validated by them.
Under the wing of my own mother hen.
Ink spills over our desk, so I pick up the pen.
Carefully chosen words fall on deaf ears.
Oily feathers revealed to be spears.
My ink bleeds over wasted years.

Friction picks up speed,
mingles desire with need,
anxiety becomes my steed.
Closeness coded into chords of DNA,
yet I do not know the notes to play.
You march along to their flashy displays,
I can only dance to your utmost dismay.

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