Inky Joeys Poems and stuff



Original poster
I started to think about all the things that I will not be putting into my final draft of my book and thought well... maybe I can put them here and see what you guys have to say.

Some might be over the top horrible, or flat out crap. Some might be great and others might leave you thinking WTF.

In either case I just wanted to share. Enjoy or not. *shrugs* *Skips off to post*

Oh and please dont edit my shit, Ive been down that road. Its just some of my poems that have already been cut, so well dont pick at my wounds alright. Thanks.
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Standing calm, Collective<o:p></o:p>
Ready to receive your anger<o:p></o:p>
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A shouting voice, stripped <o:p></o:p>
Tears ripple into nothing<o:p></o:p>
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Void this age of laughter<o:p></o:p>
A timeless battery <o:p></o:p>
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The lie of reason <o:p></o:p>
Death of peace<o:p></o:p>
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Forgetting all <o:p></o:p>
Cradled in sin<o:p></o:p>
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Stolen seconds fracture<o:p></o:p>
Mothers blistered hands<o:p></o:p>
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Tempted forgiveness<o:p></o:p>
Bloody redemption<o:p></o:p>
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Surreal divinity<o:p></o:p>
Awaken into the death <o:p></o:p>
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Knowingly collective<o:p></o:p>
Willing calm<o:p></o:p>
Closet<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
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I just want to sleep<o:p></o:p>
Sleep until it has all gone away<o:p></o:p>
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When the day has not end and night is warm<o:p></o:p>
That place inside that is safe from looks and sound<o:p></o:p>
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That one place that use to be the only place<o:p></o:p>
Inside deep tucked away in the back of the closet<o:p></o:p>
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This little space behind the light bright and skates<o:p></o:p>
We would hide and hum in peace<o:p></o:p>
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No light, no sound no breath<o:p></o:p>
Just warm and safe and dark<o:p></o:p>
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It was my knees to my chest<o:p></o:p>
Head in my hands resting<o:p></o:p>
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Resting or crying it was my space to do either<o:p></o:p>
You weren't there you didn't see<o:p></o:p>
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You didn't hear or have to hear all that was no said<o:p></o:p>
I said it to myself, because they forgot<o:p></o:p>
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I won't forget and can't let go<o:p></o:p>
It's my held breath that makes me whole<o:p></o:p>
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Whole enough to walk and breathe in this light and the next<o:p></o:p>
Something that they won't understand<o:p></o:p>
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Something that is my only link to who I was <o:p></o:p>
When I was more than just a child<o:p></o:p>
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Wrapped away in the old clothes and faded shoes<o:p></o:p>
My tears feel silent as did my voice<o:p></o:p>
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In this space was the only space left for this disgrace<o:p></o:p>
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Let me feel your fingers touch my skin<o:p></o:p>
Not just my flesh <o:p></o:p>
The tender wall of my soul<o:p></o:p>
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Splendid trinkets of smiles<o:p></o:p>
Giddy soldiers of tickles<o:p></o:p>
Meandering whispers<o:p></o:p>
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Have I known this touch?<o:p></o:p>
This sweeping embrace<o:p></o:p>
This joyous passion<o:p></o:p>
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A single touch upon my face<o:p></o:p>
Your eyes summoning mine<o:p></o:p>
Breathless wonder awaits<o:p></o:p>
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Have I now the courage<o:p></o:p>
The strength to trust<o:p></o:p>
The will to forgive<o:p></o:p>
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Not forgiving your shadow<o:p></o:p>
Moreover releasing the guilt<o:p></o:p>
The blame stashed away in mine<o:p></o:p>
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Fingers graze eyes close<o:p></o:p>
Moments press into hours<o:p></o:p>
Kisses sail in the horizon<o:p></o:p>
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Your touch<o:p></o:p>
Your love<o:p></o:p>
My hope<o:p></o:p>
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To Dream/this ship<o:p></o:p>
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Lost in the waking hours are my thoughts<o:p></o:p>
Lingering in my sleep are the reminders of what I am not<o:p></o:p>
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Unable to step into the smile and wrap my arms around the love<o:p></o:p>
This breath comes from my reserve of ambition<o:p></o:p>
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The ambition to over come the drowning tide<o:p></o:p>
All the while watching as the wave grows overhead<o:p></o:p>
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Waiting for the crest to break, my held breath is expelled to soon<o:p></o:p>
Drowning in the tears of this ocean, I can no longer see the shore<o:p></o:p>
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The light house calls to me in this never ending fog as the harbor waits<o:p></o:p>
Calling and seeking the sails of my heart that linger in the dark<o:p></o:p>
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Drifting from the shore and lost to the tide, no wind can fill my sail<o:p></o:p>
The closing of my eyes embraces my single moment of escape<o:p></o:p>
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For only then can I see the land that seems so distant from this ship<o:p></o:p>
Only then can the voice of reason and love be heard over the roar of crashing waves<o:p></o:p>
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Trade winds shift the sails and onward I drift<o:p></o:p>
Out into the endless blue of wake <o:p></o:p>
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From stern to bow and back, again the length of time knows no bound<o:p></o:p>
Hidden from the clock of age, the minutes trip and fall into hours of endless days<o:p></o:p>
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Nights call as a blanket of darkness, to cover all that cannot take the light<o:p></o:p>
Tucked in on all sides this cover holds true to all my secrets<o:p></o:p>
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Silence follows the wind as the fall of night brings a crept still I hold<o:p></o:p>
Inhaled silence comforts the salt pouring from this lost ship<o:p></o:p>
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Adrift from within the tide takes me out yet again.<o:p></o:p>
Wow..... I love the sense of emotion I get from this!
Thanks, heres more..

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Where do I go when my once safe place has been raped and beaten into a bloody pulp right before my eyes? Where am I to fall when the earth beneath my feet has already fallen away? Do the many endless days of bitter toil amount to nothing more then wasted time and naïve hope.<o:p></o:p>
Will the end of my life be nothing more then crumpled bits of my soul? If I were to hold the hand of death would I be lead to the place I have already know or would it be to a place that long since held a place for me, pending only my arrival.<o:p></o:p>
The depths of this void shrike with a sorrow that smiles and stabs at my mind that I once claimed to master. Have I only been able to lie as in the end I have already known the truth but lied about that to myself as well? <o:p></o:p>
Don't bother with your hints of trust and subversion; don't offer the light when you have yet to find the door. This fractured mind and bleeding heart pump only what it must in order to maintain the flaking image of persuasion. Have I not only lied to the life that I thought was my own to claim but I have tossed aside all reason to do more then allow this deviation. <o:p></o:p>
This split between what I know to be and what I wish to be. They have bogged my mind for years and now they fester in all that I can not control. They own more then I thought there was to claim. Have I not the will to live more over the lust to fail. To move on is to allow a cease fire from within but the battle rages on and I am helpless to stop its savage advance from within. <o:p></o:p>
It is from within that I jerk my will to think and act. Her eyes refuse the horizon and deny the night as it means little more then hands upon the face that never looks back. Her chilled embrace steals all that I've ever wished for and keeps at bay all the things that I wish to receive. How am I to know these things for true and earnest for I am the one that will drive the stake and trip over the edge that never held me? <o:p></o:p>
Failing to see where I shall land, my eyes see only the fall and not the departing eyes or summoning destination below. Shall my fall from grace be that romantic leap so cradled in the minds of others or the steaming lies that we step in upon birth.


When words fail<o:p></o:p>
I failed to see the warning signs<o:p></o:p>
Perhaps they were there all along and I never wish to see<o:p></o:p>
I didn't want to see her eyes and her pain<o:p></o:p>
The fact that she was just as sad as I<o:p></o:p>
Her eyes never left the sky as it rained down on us<o:p></o:p>
The freckled effect of the rain left more then my coat spattered with guilt<o:p></o:p>
As the droplets fell from my finger tips her hand slipped away<o:p></o:p>
The frigid rain slipped between the opening and froze my grip<o:p></o:p>
I lost all feeling in my hand and heart<o:p></o:p>
Her footsteps carried her farther and farther away as sorrow took its place<o:p></o:p>
My light had left and in came the dark<o:p></o:p>
The blisters of night bit my eyes carving out the salt within<o:p></o:p>
Hours have no meaning as the day laughs at my pain <o:p></o:p>
The aching space between every breath reminds me of the emptiness<o:p></o:p>
Have I tried to stop the raging anger or have I let it consume my fractured remains?<o:p></o:p>
I will no longer doubt that pity is only a cover for blame <o:p></o:p>
The shear blanket of lies drapes over this nest of tangled memories<o:p></o:p>
No longer will this morning hold a new day but forever be my midnight<o:p></o:p>
and last one

Would you<o:p></o:p>
Would you give me rope<o:p></o:p>
If I were to tie a noose around my neck<o:p></o:p>
Would you hand me a knife<o:p></o:p>
If I were to cut my wrist<o:p></o:p>
Would you open the door<o:p></o:p>
For my exit<o:p></o:p>
Would you lift me up<o:p></o:p>
So that I may fall away<o:p></o:p>
Would you cry out<o:p></o:p>
In my silence<o:p></o:p>
Would you flee<o:p></o:p>
As I remain<o:p></o:p>
Would you caress<o:p></o:p>
As I stab<o:p></o:p>
Would you long<o:p></o:p>
As I pass<o:p></o:p>
Would you grieve<o:p></o:p>
As I expire<o:p></o:p>
Would you live<o:p></o:p>
As I die<o:p></o:p>
Would you forgive me<o:p></o:p>
Even if I, never forgive myself<o:p></o:p>

I love how you paired up the last one, it seems so staccato, but to the point.

Like all "1,2 1,2 1,2" you know? I love it!
Moar please? I love how you just kind of let the words flow....
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Among the pages her eyes have fallen<o:p></o:p>
Stolen away into the text her soul awakens<o:p></o:p>
The light of the words and the embrace of their meaning<o:p></o:p>
Gives her wings, the wings to fly away <o:p></o:p>
Her flight is one that will carry her away<o:p></o:p>
And bring her back again. All to a place that she never left <o:p></o:p>
A place she has always known was there<o:p></o:p>
Forever waiting, always waiting<o:p></o:p>
Never has this book been bound to the same plot<o:p></o:p>
Its pages always rewritten as the hands of time erase the guilt<o:p></o:p>
Turning not only the tides of sorrow this author writes<o:p></o:p>
Word for word and page by pages her wings beat down the strength <o:p></o:p>
They set free the terror of ever being known <o:p></o:p>
For in knowing is trusting, to trust outside the black and white <o:p></o:p>
Of what is and what will never come her way. Knowing the script <o:p></o:p>
Has never been more important then on this page<o:p></o:p>
The chapters all have titles but the names and faces blur into one life. <o:p></o:p>
A life with confused reason and crushing guilt<o:p></o:p>
Mark this chapter with both the ink and blood of this life<o:p></o:p>
My it not come to pass that the style of this pen leave a taste so bitter <o:p></o:p>
That even the page rejects its role. Flat and smooth the lines have lead this march<o:p></o:p>
Continue not for the sake of the quest but for the lies to all become the eyes of truth

((My 800'th post I found this most fitting))
My first commission Poem.. for a friend. He loves it.. Hope you all do too

Poem for S.M.(commission)<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
By: Deathpoet<o:p></o:p>
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Blistered Son<o:p></o:p>
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Magically your love bled into my mind<o:p></o:p>
Softly your whispers raped my soul<o:p></o:p>
Laughing into the shadows of day<o:p></o:p>
This night becomes my cradle, my home<o:p></o:p>
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Born from your black sprint of lies<o:p></o:p>
Your questions spawn my hate<o:p></o:p>
Feed my anger and spark my taste<o:p></o:p>
Tease me yet again with prayer and sanity<o:p></o:p>
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Soaking wings in gasoline for my flight<o:p></o:p>
Faraway from your eyes crumbling faith stains my sheets<o:p></o:p>
Was it your plan to be my first?<o:p></o:p>
Does it hurt that I am your last?<o:p></o:p>
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Don't hate this game, don't blame the sun <o:p></o:p>
Honor your spy and slap your innocence <o:p></o:p>
I once held your hand, now you refuse this bleeding paw<o:p></o:p>
My only wish, my stolen gift, my forgotten song<o:p></o:p>
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Dear are we not to those that cherish the meek<o:p></o:p>
Strong are ties that bind every soul to the dish of life<o:p></o:p>
The silver blade and obscene offspring rule your shame<o:p></o:p>
Own your future and sleep with your kin.<o:p></o:p>
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A moment when you see things for what they really truly are and it shatters your soul. You see it can't break your heart. Not that cant happen since your heart has already stopped beating for the love you claim gives it reason. That hope has turned to rust and I have turned to this. A crying, puking cold mess on the freezing bathroom floor. Tissues strewn all over and bottles of anti-nausea medicine gripped in my hand, the night seems so perfectly set against me. The thin bathmats under me offer little comfort as my throat burns and my eyes water. <o:p></o:p>
On my knees at the holy alter I lose not only my late lunch and slim dinner, but my beauty. In walks a beast yanking me to my very core. Over and over again ripping at me to give more and only gags of terror spatter the bowl. Trembling and weeping I try to make my escape only to stand at the sink and relinquish all but my very last breath. Never have I been so ill, so weak and completely overwhelmed, so defied by own senses and logic. <o:p></o:p>
I did not want to bother, I did not want to cry out, I did not want anyone to know, and I hate to be seen as anything but strong. And yet I crept towards the only light I thought would glow. And it did not. There was not a single touch or embrace. Not a single stroke or press of worry. No alarm no reset to calm. It was the…the nothing, I feared I would face and I did. <o:p></o:p>
Crippled by pain, burned by my own internal forces my knees gave and to the stained carpet I crumbled. Crawling to the second bowl of offering my purging pokes at my will to breath and jerked my heart. Not one step, not one sound from the darkroom. There was no light in there. There never was. My fear was not my fear at all. It was my willful blindness and that hurt the most. In retreat my body slipped down the stairs to my original place were once again all that was in me was repealed.<o:p></o:p>
Strength stolen from the silver and white handles supported my loss as it continued without mercy. Terror washed over me as with each heave fear took the place of food and acid scorched my throat. Not a single drop of water would stay down for with it came more of the trickles that remained. When would it end? I rather die? Deformed and raked my body shivers even now as a bucket rest at my feet. I worry this will not end, nor that it will be easy. What it is I do not know, all I know is that my bathroom floor moment will not be forgotten. I pray I don't puke again tonight.

(the title is a bit off, but if anyone read Eat, Pray Love, they will know exactly what Im talking about))