#spilled ink anon

[bookwyrminspiration]

Your daughter is dead.

Your daughter is gone

I ate your daughter, her flesh and her bones

All that’s left is her heart

Still beating

Still bleeding

And covered in glass

Did you really think she would not run from the past?

She begged for forgiveness

But you never saw

Not even when death took her in its jaw

But I did, I saw it

I saw what you’ve done

And it’s your fault, not mine

I am your daughter

And I am your son.

~Spilled Ink Anon

I saw in the poem you sent to S you specified it was a trans poem, so since you didn't specify with this one, I'm not sure what your intention was. But I am choosing to interpret this in a trans, killing your former self, kinda way. Because those kinds of interpretations and expressions of transness make me lose my mind in a good way

Like the "i ate your daughter / her flesh and her bones". Because you eat for nourishment. You have been nourished and cared for in the destruction of this daughter, by her. And now all that's left is her heart--I don't know if this was your intention, but the way I read it the heart is now in the chest of the person who devoured her. Like they have taken the core of her being and it lives on, but the outside has changed, perhaps changed to reflect her properly.

Though I don't know whether "it's your fault, not mine" can fit with the trans interpretation, because there's no real "fault" of anyones, it's just what is. But perhaps the fault is referring not to being trans, but to their choosing to run away from the past (girlhood in this case?). And how it's the parents fault for not supporting her, that she didn't feel safe at home as herself, that's why she ran. And upon running she was able to find and explore herself--whether she was aware prior or not is up for debate. And that's where she was killed and subsumed--not entirely lost, but never what she was--into the son.

The "she begged for forgiveness" also adds a layer of internal guilt into it, which, depending on your interpretation, could also have a religious aspect to it. As begging for forgiveness for your sins and extreme religious parents being unaccepting because of faith are both tied to certain religion. Which is an unfortunately common experience for trans people (and queer people in general).

Anyways, my point is I'm reading this as a son reflecting on how he killed the little girl he was, surviving her and turning around to show his parent(s) the pain they brought her. I don't know if that's how you intended it, but it's what I'm getting.

As always, very lovely poetry; it has this quality I'm not sure there's a word for. It's vague enough to be left open to interpretation, like it skates around its true point and dares you to find it for yourself. It's quite fun--thank you for sharing :)

[when-wax-wings-melt]

Don’t wanna be who I was before 

But I can’t stay where I am

There’s no path leading forward, only back

No path leading Northward, only South

Where are you where are you where are you now

I can’t die, but that might be my only choice

Face the horrors. I don’t care

I don’t know where to go from here 

I’m tired of being happy every day but I don’t know any other way to be

Pumping my soul out from my chest

I’m half dead already 

Who am I

How tiny are you when compared to a star

Let me know when you’ve found my heart

Tell me when you can feel the thick flood of blood across your fingers 

Remind me when I am alive again

You forget me

And maybe that’s a blessing but

When I am gone you’ll never know

I’ll just never die

So you’ll remember

Who I was

And she’s gone, you’re gone, I’m gone

And I am dead, you’re dead, she’s dead

Why

I can’t keep you in my heart

I can’t abandon myself

It seems no matter what I say

I’m mourning Isabel

~Spilled Ink Anon

ohhh this might be my favorite so far <3 I love the repetition, it really hits hard esp with the line breaks and the punctuation choices etc etc. makes me feel things!!!!!

[gay-otlc]

You asked how to refer to me

My answer is, I have no mind

I simply am the words I follow

Though I know that you are blind

I think it/its would be preferred

Inhuman gender swag

Though a poem has no master

Wave for me a queerer flag

(not gonna break my gimmick, ya know)

~Spilled Ink Anon

Inhuman gender swag! Awesome :)

Kudos to you for sharing your pronouns in poetry form, I could never

[archived-and-moving]

In pursuit of death and knowledge

We watch our setting sun

An empire that the sun will set on

But still we haven’t won

~Spilled Ink Anon

Woah anon this is absolutely incredible!!! As someone who really tries to assess why we're here and happen to think about mortality a lot, this is such an awesome poem!

Unfortunately, I'm not much of a poet myself, and just so happen to not be the best at words, so this is all I can really say, but seriously dude your poetry is marvelous, it's awesome!!

[aphelea]

Perhaps you burn as hot as me

Perhaps you too are dead

But you are too far to see

My heart lays still as lead

~Spilled Ink Anon

Spilled Ink anon!! Hello once again.

This is gorgeous. I love the fire metaphor...reminds me a lot of Everblaze.

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[faggot-friday]

Don’t wanna be who I was before 

But I can’t stay where I am

There’s no path leading forward, only back

No path leading Northward, only South

Where are you where are you where are you now

~Spilled Ink Anon

spilled ink anon?!

[song-tam]

Jealousy’s eaten my heart

Though humble I pretend to be

Don’t pretend you played a part

There’s surely nothing I can see

I’d surely be the prideful one

Were I allowed to sin

I am caught in my own love

My hand stuck full of pins

I am not a villain

Pretentious as I am 

The hole twas my heart I won’t fill in

To slaughter I go like a lamb

Oh, to be so average

As another simple man

I swear I am not savage

Though in truth I have no plan

I still refuse to love you

Until the war begins

I know that you won’t love me too

For you are not my friend

~Spilled Ink Anon

SPILLED INK ANON. NONSIE BELOVED. GOING FUCKING FERAL. something something loving someone and hating yourself for it. god

[even-if-in-another-time]

I will not sing the song I’m given

I am as scared of my voice as I am of my soul

I’ve locked myself in a prison

Of every impossible goal

My heart is filled with envy

And though it’s not the message you send

The words they have said will end me

The war I will fight won’t begin

~Spilled Ink Anon

SPILLED INK ANON YOU’RE BACK!! HI <333

hey so i may or may not have read this, stared blankly at my wall for a hot second, then ran to grab my guitar and these are now song lyrics in my mind because just. fuck. yeah the constant urge to scream and yell and sing and the inescapable terror of being heard. i want to say something more but this captures it better than i could and just. yeah.

[surqrised]

I will spend more time with myself in this lifetime than anyone else. Let me learn to be the kind of person I would like to have as a friend.

Courage to Change: One Day at a Time (Al-Anon.)

[perfectquote]

I will spend more time with myself in this lifetime than anyone else. Let me learn to be the kind of person I would like to have as a friend.

Courage to Change: One Day at a Time (Al-Anon.)

[bookwyrminspiration]

Oh, what lives do we have left?

Our own are lost in thought

We are cold from our own theft

And so our lives are all but naught

In the days before I met you

I was not incomplete

Knowing you did not renew

Yet it was not bittersweet

~Spilled Ink Anon

Spilled Ink! Hello! You're back! What a lovely poem, thank you for sharing. This one appears to be about a relationship...? But also there's a negativity to it. Theft and being left cold accompanied by the second section makes my first thought that those involved stole something from each other. Not physically, but like. In essence, in energy, in feeling. Something important to each of their characters is now missing because of the relationship.

But then there's "yet it was not bittersweet," which seems to dull the negativity a smidge? it did not renew, so something was taken from them, but it's not adulterated? Does this mean that the cold all but naught situation is viewed positively because of the company?

Or does this mean that the relationship is all negative and the no bittersweet comment means it was all bitter and no sweet. That everything was taken, no one was renewed, and there was nothing positive that came from it?

Either way, it seems to be full of some sort of complicated regret, reflecting on something and looking for any purpose or meaning to be found and coming up empty. But where that's because there's nothing to be found or they aren't in a place to find it at the moment is unknown.

I am pleasantly perplexed by the meaning and inspiration behind this one, but that's nothing new! Again, thank you for sharing :)

[when-wax-wings-melt]

You forget me

And maybe that’s a blessing but

When I am gone you’ll never know

I’ll just never die

So you’ll remember

Who I was

~Spilled Ink Anon

OHHH THOUGHT PROVOKING i like this a lot it. my mind is whirrrring

[gay-otlc]

For one day I bought my silence

I did this not to pay a fine

But to belong to something higher

To help a cause not truly mine

To me, it was a vow of quiet 

Meant to show you who you are

And yet I know you do not see it

Some day my words will carry far

We cannot live while suffocated

And so we must yell out

Your forgiveness still is long awaited

I cry while watching from the crowd

So many people do care

We are freaks and perverts us all

Those of you who do not listen, 

Those of you who do not heed our call

Will answer back to us, I swear

You will always know our name

And if we cannot speak today

I know that we will speak again

~Spilled Ink Anon

(a poem about being queer and my experience with day of silence last year)

SPILLED INK ANON!?!?!?

That ending >>>

Also. Diversity win! Spilled wink anon is queer! What pronouns should I use for you?

[thehopefulquotes]

I will spend more time with myself in this lifetime than anyone else. Let me learn to be the kind of person I would like to have as a friend.

Courage to Change: One Day at a Time (Al-Anon.)

[aphelea]

I think that way is how I am

No one will notice when my shadow will pass

I don’t think they mean it when the door is to slam

But still it will shatter my heart of glass

If you will make another joke

Of stupid, useless things

I will not wait for mercy

I will die before I feel the sting

I wish that I could live anew

Do you hear me? Do you care?

I think that I do care for you

But listen, do you dare?

~Spilled Ink Anon

Spilled ink anon!!

Ohh this one is good. "I don't think they mean it when the door is to slam/but still it will shatter my heart of glass" hits especially hard for. Reasons.

And, also, the end is gorgeous. "I think that I do care for you/But listen, do you dare?" is beautiful phrasing. Your poems are always stunning, honestly.

Wait also the first line?? "I think that way is how I am" Agh. Feelings. Thoughts. I adore your writing.