Writings

[Lochdubh]

“When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts…Shivers passed through her body.”

— Anais Nin, Delta of Venus~

this.

[InkedAngel]

The Feeding

she feels him there... weaving his tendrils of silk trodden words through every curve of her thoughts. He imprints them there so that every thump thump within her chest keeps cadence for them to dance.
Dancing....an ever changing calligraphy of motion draining her every drop dry...feeding him, living within her, dancing.

~Inky

[Lochdubh]

My little heart's going pitty-pat, pitty-pat, pitty-pat.....

[InkedAngel]

Are we dancing, Loch ?

[Leopardsocks]

Thank you, my sweet pseudonym, for all you’ve ever said and done
We had some tears, a laugh or two and occasionally some fun
A little bit of giving, but an awful lot of take
The words were very real, my love, but all the feelings fake

You really had me going; I’m big enough to admit
I wrapped my arms around you, even though they didn’t fit
I tried to give you something that meant a lot to me
I wanted no repayment, just your trust and honesty

I don’t need reminding that electric love is wrong
It can only make you happy while the power switch is on
But it does support subversion, essential to the game
And you’ll always smell as sweetly if by any other name

We were both just spectres, fighting our fires with fire
Reality is just an accident when you exchange lies with a liar
No word was said that bore the truth; there was no rhyme or reason
What else can two traitors do together but practice on their treason?

Everything I told you was an element of surprise
And every answer that you gave was a pack of evil lies
Only the truth can hurt us, so we never felt the pain
Of course, it made it easier when there was no need to explain

I hope you can forgive me, for harm was never my intent
It’s just that you took seriously what I said but never meant
Like Alice lost in Wonderland, did it ever really matter?
While you played the Queen of Hearts, I played the Mad Hatter

“The time has come”, the old troll said, “to stop pulling on the strings”
“There is no point, the puppet’s dead, and another fat lady sings”
But there’s no blood upon your hands, or guilt upon your head
No matter who pulled the trigger, the innocent one is dead.

[Lochdubh]

Are we dancing, Loch ?

cheek to cheek.

[InkedAngel]

I love to dance btw...


“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”
David Foster Wallace

[InkedAngel]

"Human existence is so fragile and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling."
Simone Weil- Gravity and Grace

[Lochdubh]

I love to dance btw...


“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”
David Foster Wallace

I need a dram or two to get out on the floor, then I can't stop. I might be part dervish.

[InkedAngel]

Haha! Very few men I know don't

[InkedAngel]

He said, "I feel like I've wasted my time. 2yrs of my life wasted. Like you would feel building your dream house and in the middle, you have to stop and watch it fall apart." I could feel my throat tighten...the lump forming and a sting of emotion welling up. I swallowed hard and said, "You have been so many things to so many people, including me. Still are.... The rest, they are blinded by greed and can't see what truly matters. They never liked you....because you were always bigger than they are. They could work a lifetime and never fill your shoes. They have never had the heart." He shrugged his shoulders. There was no changing it now. "I'll send you a pic of my new maserati." He hugged me and told me, " I'll be back through, and I'll stop to see you. We can have a weekend at the beach. I'll miss seeing your face." And he was gone

[Lochdubh]

.............................and the sound of the closing door echoed through the empty room.

[InkedAngel]

“because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the ways it could be worse. it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it. it could be yesterday, no work to go to, whole day looming. it could be last month or the month before, when you still thought maybe. still carried plans around with you like talismans. you could have kissed him last night. could have gone home with him, given in, cried after, softly, face to the wall, his heavy arm around you, hand on your stomach, rubbing. shower. remember your body. water hotter than you can stand. sit on the shower floor. the word devastated ringing the tub. buildings collapsed into themselves. ribs caving toward the spine. recite the strongest poem you know. a spell against the lonely that gets you in crowds and on three hours’ sleep. wonder where the gods are now. get up. because death is not an alternative. because this is what you do. air like soup, move. door, hallway, room. pants, socks, shoes. sweater. coat. cold. wish you were a bird. remember you are not you, now. you are you a year from now. how does that woman walk? she is not sick or sad. doesn’t even remember today. has been to Europe. what song is she humming? now. right now. that’s it.”

— “Survival Poem #17,” Marty McConnell

[InkedAngel]

I felt you come and go
Butterfly kisses on chilly cheeks before the frost fades
Fingers on spine trace memories with full intent of knowing
All the pretty flowers covering scratches and scars
Connecting the dots to fill the spaces
Lips part in breathless whisper
Diving ...playing....dancing in the ebony depth of my abyss

[InkedAngel]

The devil smiled at me....
Bending to reach my ear, he whispered...
"Take it. Take it all....you deserve it. You deserve every last morsel of passion, tempered with lust, building you like a skyscraper, curling your winds over mountains, grasping that aching need and choking it into an oblivion of happiness. Take it. Take it because it makes you feel. No one will ever know."

I lowered my eyes and sank to my knees. He had mastered my puppet of need. But there is light inside me. Not just the cataclysmic force of urgency and want...
I looked up at him with trembling hands and ashen face....
"No...
Because strings are all that matter....and the price of passion and discretion is dishonesty. That in turn makes me someone living a lie and ive been there....ive done that and ultimately its not who or how i want to be..."
The devil just smiled and walked away...
I know he'll be back.

[InkedAngel]

What fucken pictures ?

[InkedAngel]

I'm dabbling in abstracts right now and they are an ongoing project. But I've got so many ideas floating in my head I dont know where to start first.

[InkedAngel]

Closer to Heaven

You can almost see heaven there...
In the breathless whisper....
Her naked sighs....
You ache to feel her...
Inside her mind....
You'd give your all to touch her clouds...
Feel the flight of her wings...
Just one breath...
One moment....
To see what she see's
Because in a breath you could lose it.. .
That closer to heaven...
The moment you existed...
Inside her...

~Inky

[InkedAngel]

I see things in old time movie stills
Clacking away as the projector flips the reel.
Sometimes bursts of color appear for momentary injections of inspiration.
I call her my muse.
She follows me everywhere....
Driving in the car as the sun sets.
At three a.m. when suddenly she awakens me to write.
As I watch the bubbles in their funneled journey sink down the drain from my bath.
In the quiet moments as I sip my coffee and listen to the birds play.
She's there....
Sometimes she withdraws in my moments of restlessness.
I frantically seek her like the comfort of a childhood blanket.
Desperate to feel her still there, watching over me. My savior of sanity. I can feel when her warmth is gone and I panic, withdraw. Afraid I'll fall deep into the cold left behind and never return, never thaw.
But then she's there again, standing proud with her ethereal shroud of poetic justice. Aiming her arrow for my heart. Shooting me with every ghost of my past and every longing of my future. Showing me pictures of what will come and telling me....."Paint...."

~Inky

[evs]

lovely:)

[InkedAngel]

The Wallow

In quiet slumber woman did sleep
Comfortably numb
Her heart burrowed deep
That demon of sighs and moanful whimpers
Through every pore sank deep her shiver

Whispers traverse each dangerous curve
pulling every sewn heart string within her
tying each in pretty bows to pull her hair
and remember
......remember....
The dew of lily and crescent moons
of nights left quietly on the dune
Gracefully seeking salty secrets
And devouring one by one

Fingers tracing emboldened words
Til her temple riddled him none....

~Inky

[InkedAngel]

lovely:)

Thank you

[InkedAngel]

Smooth, hardness held so gently in my hand. So delicate yet so powerful at the same time...
It overtakes me in a way nothing else ever could. Moments of quiet abandon shared in a loving dance of soul searching and ache trying ever so feverishly to capture the essence and preserve it in my mind for eternity. Unselfishly giving me moments of pure joy and inspiration. I run my fingers along its phallic length, tracing every curve, knowing that it will take me places I've never been. This love guides me to witness, truth, and ultimate beauty...
Every moment shared is fresh and new....and leaves me feeling humbled....
I love my camera and its lens...

[InkedAngel]

Suck the wine from my lips...
Hard candy and fingertips...
Tell me secrets you can't ignore...
Juicy tales of lust galore....

Break me open, lick my sin...
Rolling growl from within...
Speedy haste of wanting more...
To quench the thirst in me you bore...
Bite me, bleed my aching whore...
A savage beast, the perfect noir...
Til Suns nay rise and moons shall rule...
The night you took me as your tool...
Make me spill upon your ground...
Feed on my soul like devil's hound...
Expose the me that is within...
No greater power to own my sin...

[InkedAngel]

Shielded eyes watch lips...
Weaving eloquent works of web...
Wanting..... always wanting that sound...
The sound the soul makes when it exhales its heart...
Feeding and fawning over little drops of forever...
Making milk honey dew drip from their evermore...
Those eyes still watch....
Waiting for them to move...
Waiting....for you to feed...

[InkedAngel]

Sometimes..... if you trace warm fingers along the spine of cold memories you remember who you once were. How that once were feels a now stranger in the eyes of your future and how the pains of yesterday gave birth to the wonders of today. If you hold gently to those pains you can feel just their power still, and it flows through you. Your heart clenches as it molds itself to your skin and you know, even now, its the fertile soil that binds each fiber of your being. You absorb it through your pores and then again are reborn through your pain. And in that birthing you breath....really breath...knowing....who you were, who you are, and who you wish to be. And all of a sudden....you can reach it.

[InkedAngel]

There are those scars....that weep...
The wonder of those so deep...
When weakness falls you like blankets sleep...
And touch is painful butterflies on the silk of you...
Sewing your memories into a collage of colors faded by time...
And the soul's horizon is ablaze...
Fires rage....of stories untold...
Each forced breath heals wounds twofold....
When nothing cures the heart but hold...
And arms are their catalyst...
Entwining your vine with another...
Climbing to the sun like an Icarus plight....
Each thriving on the other's touch...
No wake to fold away from such...
Til our moments brilliance turns to dust....

~Inky

[J0E]

- pls. delete this post, wrong website, unintended recipient.

[InkedAngel]

Inky Inky Inky

3 in the pink 1 in the stinky

But Alibammy is too far for an old pensioner like me to go

Especially for you ya fucken old ho

So i'll send yer 50 quid

And you can send me the fucken vid.

lololol

Love Leopardsucks.

happy days huh Gordy? Miss you too babe.

[Kavorka]

Some time ago
Unbeknownst to me
I stepped in a big pile of dog crap
I'd get the occasional wiff
Of something foul
I thought it was your breath
But it wasn't
Today I looked
At the bottom of my shoe
And I saw you there
So I wiped my heels on the grass
And walked down the street
With a shit eating grin on my face