Poetry

I was raised by an artist

inkycapnip

12 Aug 2025

Black and white pictures hang on the walls
Curdling talent ~~Secrets unsung~~ Knuckle stains from her brawl

The blood in her mind covers scribbles in oil
Rip out my whimsy ~~Poison my lungs~~ Remains willingly toil

A gift from the ocean
Colorful silks
Mechanical oil
Magic grows sick

Package me up
Make me fit for consumption
Fracturing kneecaps
Stolen devotion

Two decades later
Life slots into place
I am left all alone
in some liminal space

Everything I could need
fingertips on my lips
I remain scared
for in trying, I'll trip

Oil stains rip
My scarf lies in tatters
Gold-painted cage
The lock has been shattered

A door swings open
I dare not step through
I am my own artist
Vicarious view

I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR MENTAL HEALTH

how could you say that to me? I have a really bad memory. He doesn't like to behave. He sifts and sieves through information I do not care about, but when it comes to everything I love, he turns into a steel trap. I still remember. The smell

Mom

It's never too late Your hair may be turning gray The moon shines brighter through the beauty of your age Will we really be estranged? Your love saved my life Am I not allowed to repay? I will cherish my wife Don't make me run away

Dad

You were supposed to teach me how to swim Instead you held my head underwater Salt clogged up my lungs Slowed my circulation Hands stay cold Devoid Whirlpools in my chest suck the life out of everything But my heart still fell in love Ripped from the sun Through crashing

A Pretty Big Secret

Would you hold my hand when I tell you this? I love you. These words are insufficient. I desire you. I want you. I fixate on every detail. You are the most special of my interests. I'm cooking in the pressure of these urges, an endless tide eroding

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I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR MENTAL HEALTH

Mom

Dad

A Pretty Big Secret