The Wandering Life
naturewithoutcheck: I’d rather be a vagabond, the aimless traveler, the dreaming wanderer. There would be holes in the soles of my shoes. I would stroll the cobblestone streets of quiet towns in the countryside of Europe, or I would take a train to Prague and cross the Charles Bridge. Every night my meals would consist of street food. Or maybe I would indulge and stop at a little cafe grab one...
loozerduckling: the emerald blades form a sea around the crimson bark growing, protecting the tree’s young branches, bright exhibition of the glory within destruction; one last show before abandoning their home - ugly in the loss of hope. lack of joy without beauty adorning its body left alone to endure the icy breath of death
slutforever: I opened the card that was tucked inside my leather stationary. It read, ” I am so proud of how far you came graduating from law school. Within a few years you will be opening your own law firm.” Dad and his expectations. I turned it over. To: My daughter, Kara. From: Dad. It was the first time that he acknowledged that I was his daughter. It was the first time that I felt like...
ginandsmoke: It’s been another long day at the office. With a deadline looming, I’ve been trapped inside my own mind for the entire day. When I finally curl away from the computer screen, I am greeted with a surprise. Little white fluff balls are hitting my window. It takes a moment for my mind to register this weather phenomenon. It’s snow. I haven’t seen the snow since I landed my internship...
girlonthewall: It will be simple, because the best things always are like being tucked up on my sofa behind a locked door with my legs curled under me and the years of wandering aimless looking for somewhere to call my own marked in scrapes from too small shoes and running into walls with history written all over my tired feet, there will always be maps on my toes from dead ends and unjust forks...
confessionalpoet: Leafless trees have always been entrancing to me. There they were, so bare and free while I covered in clothes and cosmetics, hair and trash. There they were and all they had to do is be—whatever they wanted: nature, death, feeling, time—and I just couldn’t seem to get rid of all the layers; they adhered to my skin like leeches and if I tried to get them off my blood would...
volksmenner: Wisdom knew most of summer, vaguely spring, Season of song and dance; Celebrations afforded the sun. A lion maned and fully maned, a lion’s pride — Full of life, his deciduous canopy. A second solstice, which youth know not, only the gentlest breeze, Colors (yellow, orange and red) Forecast the kiss of petrifaction. Grey-headed wisdom, Notwithstanding...
anywhere but here (29-11-2011)
fluidly: I. I’d be in Europe; age 19 yet with cobblestone beneath my soles Read More
4ocj: The three of us always dreamed to escape. Bestfriends we were, are, and forever will be thanks to the triad bonding prison we are connected too. I refer to the three phases of myself. Mind, Body, and Soul. All three yearn for That Place. A place of unique wonder. No, not the seven that are located on this current planet, that have been violated a million times by the eyes of a million...
Of All I Could Be
listenletgo: Perchance I was a bird peering into your window just after learning to fly on a early summers’ day, Maybe I could be a bee buzzing to and fro’ around your pretty head as you walk down the path, Or I might be an owl watching you late at night as you prepare to sleep until early tomorrow morn, But of all the things and places in this wide world that I could ever be there is but one...
Anywhere but Here
Have you played this before? It’s a game where you and another person, or multiple other people, sit and go through a scenario of where you would rather be. You can include people you’d rather be with, alternate locations, ages, and life situations, etc. Please stay in this reality. I could sit and explain how I’d rather be sixty-three and a cat lady, and go through the reasons...
readingme: Dear you, I want to tell you so much, I want to launch you to another planet. You annoy me. You and your pathetic smile. The way you pull me closer, The way you break through my walls. No. I won’t let you. You can blink all you want, and whisper into my ear words you know I want to hear. No matter how sweet your voice is, No matter how much I want you, I will fight it. It is not...
heylittlewildgirl: What would the world look like if thoughts poured through fingertips, imprinting secrets on window panes dinner tables library books her arms your back I wonder.
lifeencoded: I had a dream that I was in Seville on the way to Malaga In it, you wore the most beautiful smile, and little else. I remember the car was painted with light, the soft coastal air was resilient with brine The people rushed in festive brush strokes, across the canvas of The city. I felt woozy as we reached the coast, because suddenly...
cagedfugitive: Let the first kiss be shy. Showing me your fragility, your gentleness, your need for affection. Because sometimes you may need me to be the strong one Make it soft and slow more gaze than lip. So i’ll know You want my 100 percent. Let the second kiss be assertive. Show me that you got me. capable of strong hugs when needed and strong passion filled nights, that...
Same old same old
the-peeper: You’re the type to do as the Romans do, I a muse …do I amuse? I comb through your echoes to find your hidden stories while you laugh …while you laugh Here it is! Have my heart! It is beating yet…you! Here, my love! …yet you hear my love But Narcissus is your god, and I…just a muse …I just amuse
pretend-poet: Precision marks fingers as they roll up cigarettes and mix in leaves of different colors in the mess Pack it up tight Then go ahead and light Blankets won’t keep out the rain And the embers burning won’t chase out the pain But you can grab hands with the face of felicity You can give your tobacco stained mind some elasticity Your heart some electricity
The Echo of a Shadow.
dmcdougall: He said, “Reach for the sunshine, There’s gotta be a light out there Somewhere.” I go, “I can’t just say I’m fine. I don’t believe in lying, Unless to deny my thoughts about dying. How could you be so sure?” He looked at me with his crooked smile, Thinking over my confessions of denial and said, “I’m not, but it’s worth praying for.” -Dylan McDougall November 14, 2011
thegreatbigquestionmark: heavy eyelids mumbled promises I’ll be here when you wake up. drunken laughter, ha-ha you and I pressed against each other on the couch. nose to nose puzzle pieces sunrise in your picture window oh god—! denials and embarrassed eye contact. shuffling, buttoning up dress-shirts and messy sheets and pillows. drunken laughter’s over, ha-ha eyes wide...
pallid-fire: We all begin as mysteries, weightless and enveloped in intrigue. We make our way to the thoughts of the hungry and allow them to feed upon our skin, layer after layer until they’ve become gluttons too full to breathe. I thought of this as my fingers waited for the warm introduction of the shower this morning and continued to walk down this avenue of thought as I stepped into the...
moderateclimates: There’s a river that runs through my house. It flows from the foot of my bed, a slide of nature through what man constructed. We are so presumptuous that we think we can match the natural world. Let’s construct a tree out of paper mache, and watch as it grows. As the leaves bloom in Spring, we paint pieces of paper and stick them with glue to the rusting metal branches. As I...
Beacause She Is What I Dream About.
andidescend: Last night I dreamt of paradise between our hands as we strolled along the path, the wind-soft and sensual- lost me in the silken threads of your hair and you laughed musical tranquility to my ears. Last night I dreamt of paradise in every drop of deep brown I swam in your eyes as we dove the waters of the ocean, my tongue wet with the sucrose of your skin and we...
baristachristopher: The Mornings sun Made Tardy By a bank of cloud Once just single drops Upon The Great Seas
newbeatnik: in loving memory of the worst evening of my life the destination below’s the same for fecal matter and this torrent of bodily distress which appears to be unstoppable who’d have known i carry bottomless bowels of bile i’m sweating and freezing hallucinating that this uncooked chicken’s dancing above me and the memory taste so succulent is now ash and urine in my...
jamusrants: The west wind blows With the fury of a thousand deathly foes The last leaves fall And smiles fade with every passing day Only the moon keeps a watchful eye Whilst darkness preys The ash falls softly upon the ground And not a whisper can be found But life is hidden Deep inside From death comes beauty And love eternal From darkness climbs The oldest light From pain and...
goingfastermilesanhour: I am 28 years old New York has yet to awaken From the winter that has blanketed the city Since we decided The outside was for losers Scared of their own company From our bedroom window The snow has a long way to go Before it needs to worry About hitting the floor You wake up at 8 And leave me sleeping As you wrap my old flannel jacket Around your perfectly formed body You...
yearoftheskeleton: remember the time you told me the ocean was alive? and I felt it. it overpowered me and when i dove below the surface i didn’t want to return. Read More
kristaa0788: I dream of the day Where every moment Feels like morning; When I feel most inspired, Peaceful, Contemplative, Content. Where every second Is an anticipation Of the oncoming day; The pleasant feeling Of what is yet to come.
i find solace in the comfort of my own mind.
optimusubprime: i miss you. not you but the idea of you. a winter morning and everything is monet and newsprint where i don’t feel like stoking the fire because the cold embraces tighter than a lost lover. and i too would see the frost when you stepped lightly on the grass crinkling it like the shirt you borrowed and never returned i didn’t mind though it looked better on you.
November Projects at Spilled Ink
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aclockwerkkroww: i dropped my heart. it bounced in the dirt, and then rolled away, slipping into the gutter. ‘help!’ my heart said, to the frog in the puddle, who just blinked at my heart, and then hopped away. ‘help!’ my heart said, to the snake in the bottle. but the snake only hissed, and then slithered away. my heart is frightened. it is getting dark out, and it doesn’t like...
whoartgos: How much do you want to bet that i’m a “nice guy” You’d be surprised at how easily venom and vitriol spill from my mind and poison bleached white canvas. These mild mannered responses are mostly habit. In fact i’ve hardly read anything you’ve said. I’ve been busy tracing steps back to stainless steel, white sheets, and late night visits from apathetic orderlies. ...
Everything Speeds Up
landofftalk: I Water and air will be together forever Water and air are chained with weather Shells and plants, a perfect tree Always growing up to sky Grounds and soils always dressing Beings alive are still a mystery In nature everybody wins Everyone have a place In nature everything have grace We stoped moving, organic rivers Seasons and seasons and many slivers Buildings and skycrappers,...
drowned-in-the-inkwell: listen to the breathing of the trees the grand oaks, white oaks and Eastern black oaks slowly decaying slowly inhaling . the bearers of life the progeny of Osiris slowly asphyxiating by the smothering of jealous clouds full of hot gas . in this forest fractals fall apart, a screaming silence so loud it devours one whole in this forest things sink in...
hannochka: The wait for you to kiss me was filled with anticipation Unbearable, toe scrunching, heart racing sensation I tried not to look over; didn’t want to break your concentration I arched my backed and pulled in close to give you motivation Our eyes met in a longing flirtation And the kiss came readily in mutual elation
Standing Alone In The Dark
jamusrants: Darkness surrounds, I’m watched by a thousand eyes, I know you can see me, Stop. Staring and judging, Dark eyes, deep, Dark eyes, deep, I can’t hide. Standing alone, In the open, the dark, Wide open spaces, Full of watching faces, Stop.
shimmering leaves for eyes
zoomzoomzuppa: “Ground me,” he says, whispers. “Give me the scene, the area, the setting. Put me somewhere.” Almost a plea of artistic proportions as he clicks his fingers over the stained and worn wood of his desk -seat -detached treasure of childhood. As if everything that I uttered meant he was incapable of finding some sort of beginning, some aspect of an end, when there were no such terms,...
Satellite out of Orbit
my-pen-is-a-pistola: Satellite, fly by my orbit. Come close enough to touch, gravitate towards my kiss. Don’t go to fast, don’t get so rough, don’t think about the past it’s just too much. Just let me pull you in, till you land safely on the surface of my skin.
Extra, Extra Black Mascara
caffecorretto: The history books tell me to AVOID ALL APPLES. If it’s a golden trophy of beauty, my vanity will start a war, and you can blame the men all you want: these eyelashes have a power that every woman knows. If it’s a juicy morsel crowned by a snake, my curiosity will ignite a shame towards our naked bodies, because knowledge is a danger, and we will have to leave this garden. Delilah...
Future Appreciation Project :)
tinydotbig: Waiting for the crossing lights to change seemed like an age. I could see the print shop across the road, it always looked closed but I knew wonderful things were being brought to life in there. I wondered how my own creation was faring amongst all of the other printed gems. As the green man flashed and I stepped out towards the shop I could feel excitement bubbling in my stomach,...
spilling-your-ink: So Thanksgiving break is here for some of us which means lots of free time to hang out on Tumblr and maybe a little time to spend with your family. If you’re lacking on reading material I would suggest following Spilled Ink Prose and maybe checking out the archives. Spilled Ink, the main site, is for everything: poetry, prose, spoken word videos/audios, projects, etcetera....
lalaurenindyk: Our eyes were closed, but everything else was opened. Laid out, splayed out, enticing forward, thus moving forward. With no hesitation, no doubt or second thoughts, carried on. Learning through our hands, learning about each other touching the other, embracing, tasting, we continued on, gracefully. Soon our graces became less pure, louder, wilder, we selfishly continued, with...
debitum-naturae: Destruction is chaos; self destruction is human. I am not fooled by pretty faces. Beneath blush and foundation lies nature’s self depreciation.
descend & devour
feelgoodache: It starts off innocently enough, it’s true Hands caressing flesh, kneading the knots And laying the muscles to rest in their places She sighs to herself, in excitement, anticipation The breath caught somewhere in her chest now Heaving painfully slow and steady, yet so patient His hands descend and devour, divide and conquer And all the while, she is contemplating the next...
eiphah: We stood like angles on the hillside, and when we tried to speak rocks fell from our mouths, crushing our toes and the clover we stood in. . We looked at the sun as it threatened us, and when we were blinded we looked at each other, grabbing recklessly at darkness, skin and hair. . We laughed as we climbed our apple trees, and when we bit our worms in half we both stopped, ...
spits and trickles
verymodernman: in the Pacific Northwest when it rains which it usually does from September to April it spits and trickles sickles and tits there’s a permanent noise in the woods the water running down the needles and leaves to smack the ferns and bushes on the forest floor you’re never alone accompanied by the sound like a box-fan you switch on at night for the noise you’re blanketed in...
mindthegaptom: This evening, it stopped. Dismantled. Packed away for the winter. The summer season’s customers had paid too high a price for commercial goods, like kerosene and towers. Remember how we tailored the taste of the high-street to match our platonic conceptions of a romance? On the news, I oft remembered how they’d tried to describe a recession, but the white noise broke...