Hide my Scars

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I hide behind a mask, of liquid and paint, I’ll smear it on my clear skin, hide the scars within, liquid gold to my self esteem. I’ll hide behind my mask, where the real me won’t be seen. Jennifer Calvert

Heart Line

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Little by Little

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  Little by little She withers away The light in her eyes Fades Like a flower, Petals droop Under the weight Of the densely –packed blooms and seasons end, The sun shelters behind the rain and treetops gather the fallen, … Continue reading

Poetry by Amanda Eifert

” The Writings On The Wall Reveal You”

 

——
Am I real?
When you look at me,
Do you see me for me?
Do you care what you see?
I’ve only questions,
While you play your cards close.
I’m not going to cheat,
Peer at your hand because —
I’m afraid what I’ll see.
Such truths, I don’t want to gaze upon —
Unfaithfulness,
Only physicality, sexuality;
No emotion or affection,
No conversation in person,
No Voice stroking voice.
—–
Hands speak with our words,
Eyes glint and reveal,
Secrets you’d rather hide,
With sunglasses.
Staring at your hand,
Trying to beat my cards.
Poker face silent, emotionless;
All bets are off.
Time to show me your cards,
What the river dealt you —
Matters not; but for now,
Play how you like.
Fold if you’re scared,
Of falling into deep,
Of feeling emotion.
Your heart picking-up,
Thumping a beat.
——
But, perhaps, I’m a woman for fodder,
For a lonely night at home.
Perhaps, I’m not pretty enough,
Not thin enough for you.
Maybe, you know I’ll ask questions?
Questions you have trouble answering.
Maybe, you know —
I’ll turn the wanderer in your soul home,
And welcome you in my arms.
Maybe you’re not ready,
Perhaps, your only an ass.
A nice way of saying,
Other words I want to shout.
Perhaps, I’m only a date —
And one night.
Is this how you treat women?
I’m too strong for your tricks.
——-
You may forget my face,
My name, my body.
You may let me do the walk of shame,
Thinking I’m fooled by you,
The man I liked all along;
You may believe —
Finally, you wore me down.
And now I’m flattened,
Nothing left to sculpt,
Nothing left to shatter.
Smithereens, glass embedded.
You may have led me astray,
Made me consider:
I no longer think,
Some guys are good,
And some guys do care.
——
But when I chose you,
Maybe I didn’t realize,
I was choosing all wrong.
Maybe, I should’ve gazed above me —
Seen the ‘writings on the wall.’
Seen the woman in her glory,
Waiting for her own life,
On wings to rise and fly;
From your lies and tricks;
You didn’t shatter me,
I saw all the writings,
Every word on that damn wall,
I know all your horrific secrets;
And I read them all.

 

“The Darkest Faeries”

——
The wings of a faerie, a delicate lace.
Transparent and glowing with,
Each faeries myriad colour choice.
You can see their wings flash,
When the sun begins to set;
When echoes of the rainbow,
Give one the illusion of colours bold.
But it’s the faeries who are —
As beautiful as they’re deadly,
Luring children to their faerie lands.
Turning your infants to faeries,
To live many ages;
To play wicked games, faeries play.
—-
They’ve no offspring so they steal,
A babe fed; left in their crib.
Mothers are distraught,
Be not surprised; it’s what faeries do.
You’ve heard the tales and watched,
As your mother, and her mother before her.
Still you cry and sob;
Picking-up your biggest kitchen knife.
Faeries are terrible beings,
We read false truth about,
They don’t actually want to help.
They’re evil when alive too long.
——-
Faeries so tiny,
Keep their race alive.
Promptly, wave their hands;
The wisps of their garments,
Sleeves like streamers trailing long.
Chanting magic ancestors taught,
They curse your darlings with bright wings.
And turn you and you husband away,
Searching for,
Your their stolen little ones.
Though your broken-hearted mother,
You keep up your fight.
You want your children to grow,
Not become an evil faerie;
Live a Millennium to burn.
——-
Faeries lead astray those,
Who try to capture them.
You who yearn for your babes,
To get your children home.
As faeries, your darlings grow in the blink of an eye;
Become adult faeries in days,
Not knowing they were humans young,
Merely, days ago.
——
Mother’s sorely missing kids,
Are wandering the forest for —
Where ancient faeries hide.
Faeries lie to stolen babes,
Say they were unwanted,
So the faeries gave them home.
And rainbow wings to one day,
Catch the eye of yet more babes.
Lost before a parent sees,
A child stolen gone.
——
Faeries change your young,
Dawning them with gossamer wings,
Knowledge of mischief and celebration.
A faeries life is of none-stop festivity,
With little meaning;
And no knowledge do faeries posses,
But the knowledge to take;
Those you hold so dear–
It’s why you burn their wings,
In the candle lit at night;
So, they will never curse your home,
And bring you a mother’s tears,
——
Why you learned to take your knife,
And kill the old faeries weird,
To end their malicious games.
Take back your children,
Undo the magic faeries formed.
You’ll burn and stab their wings all night,
Until your children,
And your neighbour’s young,
Are finally, safe at home.
So the faeries fade away.
Die out with no offspring,
Because of you;
Your child lives.
And never will you cry again,
From a fairy interfering.
You, most feisty mother,
For your perseverance, you have won.

Shadorma: “Women War Not Alone”

—–
Such times as,
The ones she lives through.
She conforms,
Yet wants more.
Sees hurt, it perpetuates;
Never healing whole.
—-
Self-harm and —
Hate common, if she–
Keeps hurting;
Harms others–
Hate with false judgement, it wins.
Woman, think thoughtfully.
—–
End the pain,
Close the doors so she,
Locks terror,
Out in cold.
An unforgiving night, reminds —
Her, fight gently.
—–

Keep working;
I know her battle,
It’s as old,
As the earth.
Men and women must fight for,
Prosperity.
—–
If only,
For a moment’s time,
Pax, and rest.
She is wise,
For seeing tomorrow’s pain;
Unburdens those lame.
——-
Light in the,
Darkness, shines, provides —
Glimmer of,
Hope, assured —
Fighting, with her words and sword;
Hoping for happiness.
——
Good prevails.
Light’s glow permanent.
Good’s older.
She drinks wine;
Thinking of mornings, sunrise —
Reminds her she’s loved.
—–
Leaves on tree,
Dusting her path yet,
Leaves mark the —
Passing of,
Seasons; each one she shines light,
Earth keeps turning while —
—–
She worries,
Weeping in bad times,
She doesn’t
Forget what,
Was fought for at heavy cost,
She lives; others fought —
——
For her now.
Because in their time,
They had few —
Rights at all.
Doing wife’s duty despite,
Desire for freedom — rights.
——
She looks for,
Light in the tunnel,
At the end–
Of the war.
She fights not alone; she holds —
Strength in her faith bold.
——
For her God,
Never gives up, for —
Women so —
Precious; God–
Created Man and her equals.
Partners; she’s not less.
——-
Complement,
She smiles because she —
Knows inner —
Completeness.
Remembers God’s son best knows,
Inequality.

Biography:

Amanda is a writer, blogger, and student in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. She has a BA in English Literature, a certificate in Residential Design, and is pursuing an online MFA at UBC in May 2017. She loves being creative and imaginative in her writing. She enjoys drawing and acrylic painting, dogs, hanging with her friends and family, Netflix, scrapbooking, and yoga. Amanda blogs at: www.mandibelle16.wordpress.com.

Vintage Stones and Flowers Bent

I went AWOL
For a while
Lost in the clouds
Under feathers of plush-downs
Quills and spines,
and buried beneath
a tree
and vintage stones
and flowers bent and overgrown,
It was a blissful place
of undergrowth,
Where I visualised myself
floating softly in a pond of peace,
It was soothing and calming
and my mind was at rest
But here I am
back with my thoughts stirred.

J.CALVERT 2016

THANK YOU, YOU AMAZING PEOPLE!

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Mess Me Up

 

In a cave
of undecided thought
and suffocating walls
my pulse beats
in between the breaks
of dusk and dawn,
A hole of blackness
of finality,
With the stench of musk
and beads of sweat,
My teeth relay the taste of death,
A leech to the skin
Blood-sucking gin –
Savoured,
like earth and water
Alive,
zesty salt and bite,
I got my kicks from
a parasite,
left him dry,
Ripped stockings
rolled high,
Knee-high boots wedged in his thigh,
A silent movie played,
over and over in my head,
This could be heartbreak,
if my heart wasn’t deceased
Instead I lick my fingers clean,
Mess me up
and ask me to stay
thirsty
alone in this cave.

 

 

 

J.CALVERT 2016

 

 

 

 

 

Submissions on Ink and Quill

 

Ink and Quill is accepting submissions.

Would you like to feature on Ink & Quill?

I’m looking for poetry, and fiction, art, music and photography that is original, quirky, dark, romantic, thought provoking, empowering…new or previously published on your site.

In particular, I would like to feature poetry, fiction, art music, or photography in honour of powerful and empowered woman.

The submissions will feature on Ink and Quill weekly and on the side bar!

Please include all work in an attachment file, including images and copyright links to photographs.

*Poems: include 1-3 poems. Include a brief bio and location.

*Fiction: 1 fiction piece per submission, 500 word limit. Include a brief bio and location.

*Photography and art: please include up to 5 pieces or photographs, and a brief bio and location and inspiration behind the art or photograph.

Please submit all submissions to inkandquill at outlook dot com dot au

Please allow one month response time.

Thanks Jen

 

Sticks and Stones

Elizabeth Rose sat on the edge
Her wooden heart
Sawing the grain –
Blood in the cut
Opening with a thread
The hem only bordered
by flimsy flesh
Elizabeth Rose dangled her legs
Over the rim
her red eyes weeping,
a dirge
for the dead
Sticks and stones left
Horse bones and ashes swept
Elizabeth Rose staggered to her feet
Shaking legs
Black smoke billowed
Around the fallen,
Her frame borne,
a walking memory
as she continues on.

 

J.CALVERT 2016

 

 

Poem’s by Lele Harris

Beauty of The Lost Mind

by Lele Harris

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Is it the face among which I appear?

Is it the craft of clothing that I wear?

Is it the image of another soul whom I loved?

Is it the texture of my skin that I pursue?

Is it the spoken words which rattles my mouth?

Is it the pride of guilt who caused me pain?

Is it the song of my voice which leads another heart?

What is it within the beauty of my lost mind?

Changes Of Nature ; Seasons Of Change

By Lele Harris

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The sun shines.
The moon glows.
Peace is a great feeling when the wind blows.
The grass is green.
The flowers bloom.
The chirp of the birds makes your soul gloom.

Nature is there.
Nature is here.
The seasons of change when times are near.
The mind rests.
It’s time to think clear.
The silence of people talking will have you in a cheer.
Let your light shine through troubles.
Let your light shine through sorrows.
It’s all a gift when you see a smile.
The next time you pray rejoice for a while.
The heart is full of happiness.
The soul meek in joy.
Spring is here.
The changes of nature will now glow.

Positive People, Positive Life, Positive Vibes

The more I take a look around I either see a face with a smile or a face upside down.

Where is the happiness among those you choose to hang with, unless they are not the ones to play with?

What happened to the times you laughed, talked, & smiled? Was there not enough room for others to share your proud?

This may not be the only time you worked hard & thought of being a failure. You can not forget God lifts us up when our work is always heavier.

Try to remember that Joy always come in the morning. Is it not so of you having faith or are you in mourning?

Take my shoulder for you to lean on. We all need someone to help & keep us lifted up, just someone you can depend on.

Smile your day is already here. For God loves you more & more & you definitely won’t have to shed another tear.

Positive people, positive life, & positive vibes is what you need. No more of sad frowns & keep in mind God hears your every need.

Hello.
It is very nice to have the opportunity to have three of my poems of my choice published. I am from Mississippi. Each poem represents motivation and a time in which I was going through my toughest life situations and only God could bring me out of. I hope I get the chance to inspire others and make a difference in this world. May God continue to bless each and every one of you.
And remember to always Stay Blessed & Stay Encouraged.

Lele

 

Grace

 

I’ll let the cool water

slip around my sides,

Taste the salt over thighs,

The stiches of the my seams

Little by little come undone,

Laced and twilled around the edge,

The water drips without a care

washing away the worries of today

Undoing the line of stitching,

holding my limbs in place

Allowing me to really see

my own face,

within,

To be confronted with grace.

 

 

J.CALVERT 2016

Inspired by life

and who we are

in each and every moment,

Realising and relishing

the beauty of ‘I’

The power of self belief.