Poetry

There's Time

inkycapnip

22 Jun 2025

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 fast
Jaws clamped shut around its task

I finally open heavy lids
It is my time
I start to sieve

A time to erode
A time to consume
A time to develop
A time to subsume
A time to rise
A time to fall
A time to pick
A time to call

I promise there’s time
enough for it all
And when doubt returns
Fuck it, we ball

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

Swallow

I caught the words. My throat swells up. Jagged rockwall of things untouched. Rockfall holds the potential to crush. Isn’t a slow burn easier to adjust? I admit I’m giving up on us. Too scared to give you a chance so I rush. An hour or two, I

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Crystal Clear Lines

Ginny

No one will believe you

Swallow