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Wed Mar 18, 2020 4:29 pm
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PrincessInk says...



I didn't participate last year, but this time I hope to do so!

2018: a walk under the whispering trees
2017: Inkstand Musings
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i. of sadness and other shunned things


the sea is meant to be drunk up in a goblet:
one made of broken shards of memory,
of love roughened by years of sharp words.
I have not mended my pieces yet.

I have yet to take a sip of the sea,
but no: I ache to forget. I ache to turn
and run and run up the steepest mountains
to hide from what savage truths
the tides will speak into my ear.

(I will tell you what the sea tastes of:
of salt that stings on forgotten wounds,
of sadness and other shunned things.)
Last edited by PrincessInk on Fri Apr 03, 2020 11:17 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Thu Apr 02, 2020 1:50 am
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Lavvie says...



I love your theme of the sea tied in with sadness, a mourning almost actually. This is a beautiful poem and I look forward to reading what you have in store for the rest of the month. Aside from the shout-out I made, I really love the first 3 lines too. There's something about that imagery of drinking up the sea in the goblet that's just amazing.


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Thu Apr 02, 2020 3:19 am
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alliyah says...



Ink your first poem is so strong and the imagery is really gorgeous. I like the little sound devices and repetition you're using in there too, it has great sound and flow. Can't wait to read more of your poems this April!
maybe i make up colors for poetic cadence, but i don't think i can ever love someone who doesn't understand that teal is a different color than dark cyan
  





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Spoiler! :
@Lavvie: thank you so so much for the shout-out <3 you're so kind <3 I was definitely thinking about sadness/mourning when I wrote it :P

@alliyah: thank you!! I love alliteration so haha I wanted to incorporate it xD



ii. the sky is so heavy today

weeks ago, the streets were crowded
with people shouldering words. mementos.
snapshots of a life they thought they knew.
we all strain to glimpse the shimmer of
a dawn where the sun will stay with us.

today, I tiptoed out in the silent uncertainty
of early morning. the sky was crowning and I thought
of cradling the newborn sun in my hands.
but who am I to be so arrogant? I am no Atlas,
and only fools believe they could hold up the world.

(and only fools will hope for a day
when we can see stars at noon.)
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bluewaterlily says...



Stunning imagery throughout, Princess. I love the line "the sky was crowning."
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Spoiler! :
@bluewaterlily: thank you so much <3


iii. the past is our interpreter

the hummingbirds and bees always visit us in the summer.
when they come, we’d listen, bare feet planted on
sun-warmed ground, our ears like butterfly nets.

(nevermind Spanish homework or barbecues)

we were kids driven mad with wanderlust,
crazed with the longing to learn boredom and contentment.
we yearned to dig deep and cast off
the roars of cars gasping exhaust. the constantly
blaring music. the sounds of city life polluting our dreams.

we thought we could capture their language in our journals.
instead we'd hear the honking of taxis, we’d close our eyes
and imagine them streaming through times square.

(it’s just the busyness so busy too busy to live)
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Sat Apr 04, 2020 8:29 pm
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bluewaterlily says...



Another beautiful poem, Princess! I love the nostalgia in this poem and especially that ending. Very true.
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Sun Apr 05, 2020 9:33 am
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Arcticus says...



the past is our interpreter is such a powerful poem, Ink!
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Spoiler! :
Ahhh thank you @bluewaterlily! <333

Thank you @Arcticus - means so much coming from you!



iv.
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(If you can't read the font :P)

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I.

I was flipping through my books,
knee-deep in recollections of you. Of us.
I remember the last time we spoke for real—
we had been crouched around a fire:
the cold nipping our backs, marshmallows wobbling
like bellies full of laughter. I remember we forgot
how we all aged a year, how we were supposed
to take down the calendars and write down goals
like princes satisfying greedy kings.

(Tell me, do you still go?)

II.

I remember the way we ran screeching, threw
pillows at each other till our mothers dragged us out,
calling us scoundrels equal to monkeys.

(Tell me, do you remember how to empty your chest laughing?)

III.

We were once Pangaea, remember, and now we’re continents.
I’ve conquered so much myself, without you (it feels strange)
and mended my fissures together when I cracked. I am no longer
the doe-eyed girl who locked herself away and hid the key.

So let me tell you this:
I think I have muddled how I feel you. I always
keep a thought of you in my pocket, trace letters
to you in my sleep. Your laugh constantly echoes over
my shoulder and yet I am too afraid to look.

(You see, for we do not have to die to leave ghosts in our wake.)
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Sun Apr 05, 2020 4:34 pm
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mckaylaam says...



Your first poem is still my favorite so far, but I think your fourth one is a pretty close second! I think my favorite lines were "We were once Pangaea, remember, and now we're continents" and "You see, for we do not have to die to leave ghosts in our wake". I can relate to these lines when I think about some of my friends who I used to be super close to but we've since drifted apart. Keep up the great work! :)
And I love the thought of being with you,
or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone.


  





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neptune says...



I’ve been loving your poems so far, Ink! Your latest poem is beautiful, and I can definitely feel the nostalgia and memories illustrated in it. All of your poems have such distinct imagery and powerful messages! <3
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Sat Apr 11, 2020 4:43 am
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Spoiler! :
@mckaylaam: thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying them! I've never experienced drifting away from friends but I'm always afraid of doing so >.>

@neptune: ahhh thank you so much!! I somehow often go for nostalgia in my poems...


ahahahah I am behind HELPPPP


v. there is nowhere to hide in the universe

i am not a star—
not the universe, either.
fusion and expansion is a
foreign process to me (and please:
don’t make me feel
smaller than i feel now—

the secrets are reeling me in
like a black hole and
the only thing to do is
to wait
and wait
till they spit us out all again
for the world to see.
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Sat Apr 11, 2020 9:18 pm
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~trying to catch up~

also guys I would like to know if you think the second stanza is necessary because I'm side-eyeing it right now :wink: :|

vi. teach me how to tell time

Teach me how to tell time—
one second, and then a minute.
Show me how to reset my clock
(for it tocks in tune to the universe:
the deep scarred hollows of my ribcage)

I ache to begin anew, like the sun every dawn.
I ache to throw the scraps of my crumpled life into the basket.
I ache to adjust my wristwatch whenever I flee into spring.

Teach me how to tell time—
correctly, please;
for my heart measures lifespans out
like old clocks and lost children
(and do you know what holds them together?
They freeze and run like prey
afraid of the shadows.)
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