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“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.” David Levithan I will forever be as pure as white virgin fibres, in your onyx field of ravens. When the star-crossed silhouette of bleeding ink, ricochets like vindictive arrows, within your hollow walls, quenched with muted echoes, I am reminded of your ebony eyes, cradled under black decomposing flesh. I shove my misunderstood identity into a pocket journal, embalmed with a fragrance of peace lilies and rhapsodical prose, amidst doleful dusks painted with past mistakes hidden beneath narratives of sinful tangerine nights. But, remember that your fallacious name is an erased footnote in the history of relentless runes. My tormented tongue has become immune to your false screams. There is no need for close-fisted fingers to flip through pages, of the story I left behind, as visions of venomous verses cremate into ashes in my mind- as mere memories of monologues from ice cold monsoons, which don’t define me. I’ve sculpted fragile paper boats and watched them ferry my demons, floating on daisies in a ravishing rivulet of truth and tranquility, whilst you chase impassioned imprints within chapters written in patterns of insincere phrases. I am a survivor of your storm, drawing dreams in drowsy darkness, blooming my amethyst artistry, which vibrantly beats to burgundy evolutions of a blossoming flower, who's scent you will never savor. My petals may be fragile, but I refuse to remain prisoned in toxic traits of a weathered wildflower - I only attract majestic butterflies.

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Date: 10/27/2023 4:42:00 PM
Congratulations for your contest win, Ink Empress. We should all process our past mistakes and faults as you have ... in paper boats. Your imagery brings hope, that I too could shine bright as I now am, in this moment of peace and love. Our parts are never as beautiful as the whole of who we are. "I only attract majestic butterflies." That's going on my bucket list! Thanks for the inspiration you share through your soulful poetry. Love and Peace throughout eternity. Bill
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Date: 10/27/2023 7:52:00 AM
Ink, excellent writing, like riding a wave, congratulations on your win in my contest, well done, Constance
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Date: 10/24/2023 9:32:00 PM
This is powerful! Emotive too. I do hope this write was cathartic, dear Ink, and came with healing x I thought "I only attract majestic butterflies" was hopeful and your writing certainly deserves recognition :) I agree with SO.. captivating.
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Date: 10/24/2023 12:36:00 PM
I am always in awe of your genius pen.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest..
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Date: 10/24/2023 9:38:00 AM
Back to your beautiful poem to congratulate you on your well deserved win.
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Date: 10/24/2023 8:40:00 AM
This is like the illusive rose, petals wet with stardust, glistening sweet - melodious and blessed. I just love this so. God bless you and Congrats, Love, Gina
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Date: 10/23/2023 5:08:00 PM
So cutting and exact- ringing with a lot of experience and truth. And with giftedness! :)
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Date: 10/23/2023 4:59:00 PM
Ahhh..the depth in which you write about is brilliantly resonating and so beautifully inked, my beautiful soul sis! So relatable, how we trust the wrong people and end up blaming ourselves, rather than blaming the one who broke our trust. They do say we don’t often see people’s true colors until it’s too late. And the way you have woven such sentiments is so hauntingly divine, giving such grace to what you have conveyed! So empowering and thought provoking!
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Date: 10/22/2023 5:53:00 PM
very persuasive images and words, for curing souls and hearts, lies kill everyone, i felt some colère , it is beautifully expressed, poet
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Date: 10/22/2023 3:02:00 PM
That was really touching, dear Empress. It's impossible to stay attached to someone who constantly accuses and treats you badly. To grow, love needs tolerance and cooperation. Your writings show agony and a desire to flee people who oppress you. The world is gloomy, and narcissists will always strive to manipulate empaths with phony love. Your poetry brilliantly captures the action and the flight. Good luck with the contest.
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Date: 10/22/2023 10:11:00 AM
A deep poem that requires great understanding. Seems you had some bad experiences in life with your venomous verses, Still your poem with all its alliteration and imagery makes it a high contender. Blessings.
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Date: 10/22/2023 9:14:00 AM
truth lies somewhere between understanding and acceptance, it does not lie between control and domination, my first thought after reading your poem dear poet
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Date: 10/22/2023 6:19:00 AM
But, remember that your fallacious name is an erased footnote in the history of relentless runes---as visions of venomous verses cremate into ashes in my mind-as mere memories of monologues from ice cold monsoons, which don’t define me---I can go on and on praising your artistic lines of uniquely crafted poetic beauties. Your poems are deserving of FAVES, as this one is--my friend. A gem and a fave!
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Date: 10/22/2023 3:39:00 AM
Aaaah … I know a few that fits the description…. Well a snake is a snake which ever country it’s from… them damn reptiles!!! Mmm mmm mmm … the shoe fits where the shoe fits aeee!! My tormented tongue has become immune to your false screams… that’s ma grrl!!!! I only attract majestic butterflies..Mama knows child mama knowsss!! So damn proud of u!!! Dnt need no damn exoskeletal bullshit taking up spaces in our lives!!
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Ink Empress
Date: 10/22/2023 3:51:00 AM
Ahaha u make me laugh, this is about some of my closest friends we call them family, they call us family, but in the history of this “ so called family friends” no one ever turned out sincere smh. Hits hard that i always fall for that and trust them. Despite so many lessons. I guess time reveals all
Date: 10/22/2023 3:33:00 AM
As pure as white virgin fibre.. damn.. that so innocent and pure.. what a lovely world we would have if people had such souls... your poems speaks of angst and a will to escape the clutches of those or the one that keeps you caged and controlled... the world can be a dark place and narcissists will always try to control an empath through fake love... your poem highlight the struggle and escape..
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Lioness Onpaper
Date: 10/22/2023 3:44:00 AM
Yes yes yeeees brothaaaa these damn reptiles r everywhere!!! If only they didn’t exist!!! This life would have been soooo peaceful!!! Who needs two faced , insecure, frauds souled “friends “ …. That’s y aeee I keep my sunscreen with me at all times!!!
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Silent One
Date: 10/22/2023 3:33:00 AM
i hope you can attract those majestic butterflies your crave for away from those with toxic traits and we all want to evolve in a beautiful blossom.. right?
Date: 10/22/2023 2:27:00 AM
So poignantly powerful dear Empress. One cannot remain fastened to a relationship reeking in accusations and disrespect. Love can thrive only when there is mutual respect and reciprocity."I shove my misunderstood identity into a pocket journal, embalmed with a fragrance of peace lilies and rhapsodical prose" . "I am a survivor of your storms' It tells so much.The great conclusion to your poem shows how much you value your self and your refusal to stay close to someone with a fallacious identity. "My petals may be fragile, but I refuse to remain prisoned in toxic traits of a weathered wildflower - I only attract majestic butterflies." Simply beautiful.
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Date: 10/22/2023 2:02:00 AM
Oh my gosh, this poem hits very hard!!! Sigh.. With that opening quote as well, I can deeply resonate.. when they say it was a mistake but truthfully we know that the mistake was ours, we shouldn't have ever trusted them! Your words speak for my soul everytime, it's like I see myself in those mirrored reflections. One definitely isn't a prisoner of toxic allegations, surviving their storms, her innocent heart shall forever remain "as pure as white virgin fibres" in their onyx field of ravens..
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Date: 10/22/2023 2:07:00 AM
Dear Ink, what can I possibly say for your artistic wordsmithery, it has forever enchanted me and it will always do! This poem is definitely one of my top FAVs from you.. "When the star-crossed silhouette of bleeding ink, ricochets like vindictive arrows", "cradled under black decomposing flesh", "My tormented tongue has become immune to your false screams" Absolutely this.. When we become numb and immune to their false pretends.. "I’ve sculpted fragile paper boats and watched them ferry my demons,"Always, paper boats of courage and truths are much more stronger than their armoured lies.. And you've shown that significantly in this write.. Ah, your alliteration, use of colours, metaphors and imagery, everything is so astounding here! Best of luck to you for the contest, I love thisss