Poetry

Paralyze

inkycapnip

25 Apr 2025 — 1 min read

My blood boils.
Are you in a bad mood?
Why so serious?
Spite stomps its hooves.
The line between your business and my feeling blurs
I want to let truth fall and scatter as it will
But history holds a portent,
Makes me physically ill.

Of all the languages you speak, mine isn’t one of them.
I don’t like the way you push me towards becoming him.
In the face of terrible choices I will always choose silence.
I’ve learned through trial and error, sincerity leads to violence.

The velvet drag of your platitudes fuels a visceral reaction.
My skin crawls. I cannot stand your inaction.
I’d rather the fist of your truth crack open my chest
a thousand times over,
than wet my tongue with lies.
And so I remain.
Silent. And paralyzed.

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