My work:
Patheos,
The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,
The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books
Silent Bites by Eukalypto
trapped in a lung that cannot get air I need to tell you about it So many things, I saw too A bee that flew too high I cried when he fell “Icarus myth”
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
“WHY do you watch those stupid sit-coms?” My tears have no meaning to you, I watch happy families I can't take it anymore
you rewrote me for your trauma dish I feel your vein-popping, hot oil You picked me, a rot garnish Daring to fire off My own secret tomb
I choked and fell off Trees make sure I fall off them Rotten apple, me
she laid waste, like nuclear love does From her lips washed away the pain This mourning brought new life, but I was crazy to hope
The Red left you when you carried me, Dawn hits me as you did, so soft I can't find you in the mist Selfish poison took you
and when I played the first time it felt like fraud, and I didn’t see myself doing this but I did. I was so excited to play the notes, but my voice was wrapped in pure rage, disguised as pride. Anyway
he didn't come home last night, twilight Lost stars die in milky moonlight Ripping my heart to throw out, Tongue-lashing, a lost beat
to break-up, let me break this: deep down There's so much for them you keep in You know “us” makes fairy-tales (Story that sells wrong)
my soul cannot rest; my Soul screams at the moonlight’s cruel recall I cannot rest as the damned are our children in wicked droughts of spiritual poverty
“Trent!” I screamed, sobs hitting my chest in a different kind of pain, exhausted and sharp. I screamed his name over and over, knowing it was in vain. “Don’t take him, please! Not Trent!”
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
I am the ghost Rebecca case, Don't you obsess over it, over me I am the ghost that haunts with real blood and fire-breath
