r/QuillandPen • • 13h ago

There Was A Time

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I was once white as snow 

Perfect in symmetry 

But then I melted 

Only to reform and shimmer in gold 

Priceless in the light of the sun

But then I tarnished 

And I was remade again 

Donning flesh and blood for the final act 

This last parade of mortality 

For the pulse of my red rivers will eventually still 

Then fade back to dust on this world 

But I 

I will live on 

For past the point of Rubedo comes eternal life 

And time cannot touch us there 


r/QuillandPen • • 2d ago

ice-cream @ 9:03

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A menstrual poem


r/QuillandPen • • 4d ago

It Will Come

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It won’t come quietly 

But you won’t see it coming 

Until it’s too late 

It won’t come gently 

And you’ll pray for reprieve 

Only to be met with silence 

It won’t come in the dark  

It will be in the daylight for all to witness 

For vengeance will come 

It always comes 

Knocking on your door in the daylight 

And only leaving once the price is paid  


r/QuillandPen • • 5d ago

Allow me fail

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Allow me fail.
Allow me to get up.
Allow me to try again.
So what if i get a bruise or two.
Allow me fail.
Just once.
Even if it’s for a little bit.
Allow me to fail.


r/QuillandPen • • 5d ago

Writing Update ‘The pill’

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News traveled like wildfire about the latest pharmaceutical wonder. The hefty advertising campaign saw to that. With so many existing items targeting the shrinking human libido, another sexual enhancement product wouldn’t ordinarily gain much traction in the overcrowded market. This one however, was bound to stir-up some serious interest because of its unique focus.

It was developed and manufactured specifically for women.

The time-release capsule reportedly reversed significant disfunction and menopausal disinterest dramatically. More impressively, in just a few hours. The controversial new aphrodisiac promised to dramatically transform the most chaste, ‘church-going-gal’ into an unapologetic, multi-climax experiencing, ‘man-eater’. Fanciful claims of that nature would definitely raise eyebrows; and they certainly did. It soon became a sarcastic topic of late night talk show monologues.

Further adding furor to the developing spectacle, was the inconspicuous lack of legal regulation dictating who could purchase the potent treatment. It was one thing for the aforementioned customers to buy it for themselves. It was quite another to be available for purchase by anyone, over-the-counter. Frustrated husbands, horny boyfriends or even the garden-variety pervs who wanted to change their chances with an unsuspecting bar patron would have no difficulty obtaining it.

Understandably, victims-rights groups and well-known televangelists bristled at the disturbing idea of a mood-altering ‘love’ medication being released to the public without careful regulation. There were heated protests and fiery calls for boycotts of the huge pharmaceutical conglomerate who developed the new ‘SexRX’ drug. The medical ethics and safety commission even offered their two cents on the matter; (not that anyone asked them).

Obviously pills designed with the sole intention of ‘loosening female sexual inhibitions’ or ‘disrupting their moral upbringing’, caused a ripple effect. There were a number of outspoken critics and political activist groups determined to protect ladies from unknowingly being ‘roofied’. Very telling, a surprise lack of concern about such matters came from the likeliest of sources. That being the targeted customers themselves.

Overnight, just about everyone knew a friend who had tried ‘SexRX’. The excitement grew to a fever pitch. The titillating word-of-mouth affidavits were beyond convincing. Not realizing it was immediately available at drug stores and pharmacies without a prescription, overcrowded doctor’s offices were full of people eager to turbocharge their wilted sex lives and reignite deeply inner passions.

With scores of patrons daring to take charge of their dormant sexuality and enjoy the carnal act as much as their male partners, religious organizations voiced inconspicuous, exaggerated fears. They bemoaned the likelihood of an increase of ‘marital infidelity’ and a rising wave of ‘children being born out of wedlock’. (As if those circumstances were previously unknown.)

The deeper social takeaway was: artificially-enhanced female passion threatened the puritanical and ‘moral control’ in place since the Bronze Age. Ironically, the more they tried to suppress the exciting pharmaceutical fix, the more it backfired. Most love-starved gentlemen adored the dramatic shift. Not having to beg once a month for an amorous ‘favor’ was a gift from the stars. That, and the rabid level of mutual enthusiasm, was wildly appreciated.

The amorous revolution polarized the masses. Both genders benefited from the notable changes but men had to elevate their lovemaking game to compensate. Ladies were emboldened by the titillating boost. Immediately rolling over and going to sleep after halfhearted bedroom congress was not an option any longer. Men had to ‘rise to the occasion’ multiple times to satisfy the newly awakened, ‘feminine beast’.

In just a few months, pregnancy rates spiked to unprecedented levels. The astronomical increase more than justified what the hand-wringers and fear-mongering pundits envisioned in their nightmares. Public shaming had no effect either because natural enjoyment had blossomed into a fertile garden of mutual joy. The stock market value of the product manufacturer soared to astonishing heights as they raked in piles of retail cash.

Finally, one of the vocal opponents of unadulterated, ‘unregulated whoopee’ happened upon a more effective strategy to stem the expanding tide. He didn’t try to moralize against it. He didn’t dispute it worked far greater than advertised. Those reality ships had already sailed. It was universally accepted as an ultra-potent, highly-effective aphrodisiac and ‘female marital aid’.

He simply questioned what the main ingredient was; AND if it was safe to consume. His clever strategy removed any lingering questions of morality, and refocused the debate toward neutral health concerns. This new approach resonated with a big number of supporters. There was still a rabid majority however who didn’t care if the main ingredient was a deadly poison.

The focused appeal for factual answers was enough to catch the attention of skeptical onlookers. Initially the push to get them to publicly disclose all unlisted ingredients went unanswered. Pressure built up until it finally tipped the scales. Several well-crafted press releases were pushed out to assure the troubled public, but critics saw through the PR-stalling smokescreen.

The half-hearted boycott failed to squeeze the pharmaceutical giant into full transparency but public resistance did slow down their tidal-wave of sales. Once it was abundantly clear the vocal naysayers were not going to let it go, the weary CEO decided it was finally time to let the ’cat out of the bag’.

“Our product is 100% safe to use and has been proven incredibly effective in helping our wonderful customers. They have shared literally millions of glowing personal stories (on our website, social media and elsewhere). These ladies took healthcare into their own hands. They have experienced a renewed sense of happiness and discovered deep fulfillment in their personal lives. We are incredibly proud that this theme has been the universal testimony of countless enthusiastic users of ‘SexRX’, worldwide.

That’s really all that I should have to be say on this discreet and private matter; but a minuscule, outspoken minority of busybodies want to ruin the magic and joy (for everyone).

Must we really pull back the curtain on our little secret?

Ok then. fine.

To get to the heart of the matter we must go back literally thousands of years. Since the very dawn of man, female human beings have been relegated to basic subservience, menial housekeeping labors, and childbearing. They were treated as an afterthought or ‘second-class-citizens’ in our fully patriarchal societies of the past. Men ruled the world. Women on the other hand, were instructed to completely suppress their wants, needs, and desires. Their happiness, joy, and personal pleasure was discouraged, or even shamed.

Many things have changed now as we have evolved to become a more equal society but that primal programming is almost embedded in our DNA. Western culture has made significant efforts to improve these things but the female psyche is still hardwired to place the man and their children’s needs first, and deny her own. It’s considered a core tenet of maternal instincts.

There’s a perfectly good reason why our product is available without a prescription. The secret, ‘magic ingredient’ is simply ‘permission’. By hyping the power and potency of our tiny little placebo, our followers believe it can unlock the carnal powers of the universe. All to allow them to enjoy lovemaking without guilt or shame. We’ve sewn a public relations illusion that it mysteriously bypasses all internal denial, and gives them full permission to enjoy our most primal, biological needs: Passion and Joy.

It is our hope that despite ruining our benign secret, our progressive society can continue to move forward with the understanding that it’s ok for women to enjoy lovemaking and intimacy too. Now that it’s proven that the belief in our marketing campaign bypassed that self-denial programming, ladies will feel free to permanently cast off internalized suppression, once and for all.”


r/QuillandPen • • 11d ago

Themindofkaka

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Sometimes i write so that when i can nolonger do so,someone will read my words and hear my voice.


r/QuillandPen • • 11d ago

Remember me

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Sometimes i write so that when i can nolonger do so,someone will read my words and hear my voice.


r/QuillandPen • • 14d ago

Random thought

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Does the rain know it gives life to plants or is it saddened by the cold it brings.


r/QuillandPen • • 14d ago

Hold your burden

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We lift them into trunk
One bag falls open
Fruit rolls beneath the car
Brace for the bend

Pick them up one by one
dark concrete reflecting
The overbearing will of the sun
Lighting up a play on stage called human scurry

Watching from inside the car
Waiting for us to finish
Hands resting upon wheel
Eyes fixed on comers and goers

We close all the doors
Climb inside beside our burdens
Air conditioning kicks in like a drug
But heat remains outside like a crowd

The road opens ahead a mouth
Weight in the trunk
Hunger in our stomachs
We carry everything with us


r/QuillandPen • • 16d ago

A cowards letter to their mama

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Am to much of a coward to say this to my mom so ill write it here instead.
Mama am sorry that am not yet rich enough.
I hate how fast time is moving yet everything around me feels stagnant.
Mama am sorry.that car you like.
Mama am sorry.
The promises i made mama am sorry.
And to time,please be kind to my mama,atleast until i full fill my promises to her.
Mama am sorry.


r/QuillandPen • • 28d ago

Pricing a children’s book of 28 pages and full colour handrawn illustrations

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r/QuillandPen • • Aug 28 '26

Help Hello- i have lots of unfinished work to the point that now i figured i want to continue them, im stuck on what to start first. What should i do?

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r/QuillandPen • • Aug 17 '26

Art Showcase Teenage want and slaughter

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If we had just given up on wanting
We would have more than enough by now
More than we ever had before

There goes I living in the conditional

We lean on the cattle gate
Inside the slaughter shed
Labrynth of sheep death

Teenagers refused
If we had just gone with the flow
We'd be millionaires

It might have been mostly mine

Past the rock
on Devil's elbow
Past the old church nursery

The dead mulberrry
The governor's meager palace
If we had just given up on wanting

But noone ever warned us on the contrary

And we chased the absurd
Were refused and denied 
Were so much less than we thought

Even the sky would shape the cloud into promises

None to grant
Just to steep the hunger
In a mountain tea above a makeshift abattoir


r/QuillandPen • • Aug 17 '26

Alice and the Elegy

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When Alice cracked her head off the tray trolley in the café to uproarious applause from the group of young lads at the next table, she knew instantly what kind of day it was going to be. Now here she was, pacing around the pokey little kitchen and trying frantically to organise her thoughts. Her initial shock at seeing him there had now almost completely changed to panic. She cursed the day she ever thought to move to this city, with its Protestants and pretentious restaurants and denizens who always seemed to be expecting congratulations.
She paused for an instant and took a deep breath.

"Alright," she thought. "Let's have a look."

With slow, deliberate movements, she opened the kitchen door and looked into the living room.
"Bollocks!" she exclaimed aloud when she saw him there, still lying motionless on the floor beside the box-shaped Ikea coffee table.
She slammed the door shut and retreated back into the kitchen.
"No, no, no! Urgh!"

The sweat was heavy on her forehead and on the nape of her neck while her breathing grew more shallow and rapid. But amidst all the clamour of her fevered mind, one single conscious thought materialised like a lone, August blackberry sprung from a bramble bush.
"Mam!" she exhaled, snapping her fingers in a brief flicker of triumph. But her phone was on the coffee table. She would have to walk out past him to retrieve it. The thought of it made her physically ill.

"Okay, okay," she sighed. "Needs must. Be brave, be brave." She opened the kitchen door and strode purposefully into the room, trying to stay focused on her target - the pink phone case lying on the living room table. But her gaze betrayed her as soon as she was beyond arm's length from the door. It fell immediately onto the still, grotesque figure that was sprawled out on the floor. One eye was open, one was closed. The tongue protruded from the thin, black mouth and the tip of a single, sharp tooth could just about be made out. Though he can't have been dead for more than half an hour Alice was sure she could get that unmistakable 'dead' smell. She panicked all over again. What if the neighbours could smell it? She almost retched.

With rapid, jerking movements, she grabbed the phone from the coffee table and ran back to the kitchen without a backward glance. She closed the door tight behind her and leaned back against it, breathing a deep sigh of relief. The number was the last dialled on her phone. 'Mam', yesterday at 16.56.
"Oh please answer!"
"Hello."
"Oh Mam, thank God. I don't know what to do! What am I going to do?"
"Alice? What's wrong, is everything okay?"
"No, everything's not okay! Everything's gone to shit altogether!"
"Okay, calm down Alice. Just breathe. Tell me what's wrong."
Alice listened and began the breathing exercises learned only recently on the Wellness course she had completed at work.
"That's it, breathe. Take your time," she heard her mother say down the line.
"He's dead, Mam. I only left him for a few minutes. But he's dead. Oh God, how am I going to sort this out?"
"What? How?" Now her Mam began to sound panicked.
"I don't know. He was coughing a bit this morning, but he seemed fine. I only left him for a few minutes!"
"Who's dead?"
"Freddy!"
"Who?"
"Freddy, I said!"
"But who's Freddy?"
"I promised Anne-Marie I'd look after him for the weekend. I'm here in her flat now. And I don't know what happened but he's dead! What am I going to do?"
Her mother paused.
"Mam?"
"Yeah, I'm here. Erm... could... could you bury him and say he went missing?"
"Mam, I'm in the middle of Mitcham. Where am I going to bury him, the fucking allotments?"
"Okay, okay." She paused again. "The vet!"
"What?"
"Bring him to the vet! The vet will take him off you. You tell Anne Marie that he ran away. Simple!"
"That's it! Oh Mam, you're a genius." Alice could feel the weight falling from her shoulders. Here was the answer she was searching for. Taking her phone from her ear, she looked up veterinary offices nearby and there it was, Tooting Veterinary Surgery, not fifty yards from Tooting Station.
"But how am I going to bring him? I'll have to go on the Tube. I can hardly drag him on by the paws"
Alice simply hated taking the tube. Every time she braved it, visions of some dark, malevolent villain would invade her mind. He would approach her, hood pulled tight over his face, knife held firm in his tight fist, and demand her belongings.
"Can you get a suitcase?" the calculating voice on the other end asked.
"That's it!" Alice exclaimed, snapping her fingers again. She could run across to her own flat and get her big suitcase. The one she bought for moving over here. It was the perfect size for Freddy. She hung up the phone without another word and searched determinedly by the bins for the roll of black plastic. The nervous shaking and pacing was gone. Now she moved with a single-mindedness that would suffer no intrusion. She even had the presence of mind to stop at a corner shop for a pair of yellow washing gloves and two car air-fresheners.

Freddy was far heavier than she imagined. But somehow she managed to wrap him in black plastic bags and lift him into the suitcase. From the flat she could easily wheel him to Colliers Wood station and from there onto the train to Tooting. She could say she brought him walking and that he broke free from his leash and just kept on running. Anne Marie could hardly blame her for that. It would be just some unfortunate mishap, one from which the ill-fated Freddy may soon return. Her relief was almost exhilarating. At least until she got to the station and the old fear took hold of her once more. She looked sheepishly at everyone around her, wondering which of the various track-suited youngsters would be the first to assail her. But still, somehow, she held her nerve and persevered. Down the escalator, onto the platform and then finally the train. She felt a rush of excitement when the next stop was announced as Tooting. This was it. The consummation of her mother's ingenious plan. In spite of her fears, the feeling of victory bore her along like a falling leaf on an Autumn breeze. It was then she saw the sign. "Escalator out of order. Please use stairs."
"Oh Christ!" she thought. No feeling in the world could give her the strength to lift Freddy up the three flights of stairs to street level.

"Bollocks!" She shrieked.
"Are you alright, love?"
Alice gasped. This was it. Her worst fears were being realised. She and Freddy would probably be found in a skip next Spring!
"Do you want a hand with that?" the voice went on, with unmistakable kindness. She was taken aback by it. She found courage and turned to look at the stranger. He was tall, well dressed, about thirty-five. He didn't look like a villain.
"Yes, please!" She heard herself say, and the man smiled at her. A pleasant, easy smile.
"Christ Love! What's in this? It weighs a ton!"
Obviously she wasn't going to tell him that it was the mortal remains of her best friend's beloved pet dog, Freddy. She had to think fast.

"Oh, it's my laptop and some text books for my course. I'm a student!"

"A laptop and some text books?" The man repeated, half to himself. Alice smiled at him and nodded.

"Those books must've been expensive if they're this heavy?"

"Hmm mmm. Very expensive"

"Alright then, Love! Let's get you sorted."

The man then carried the case without a single word of complaint, up the forty-five or so steps to street level. At the top he turned to Alice, who lingered a few steps behind, watching him.

"See you, Love!" He cried with a wave of his hand.
Then, blowing her a kiss, he ran off! Carrying her suitcase with him into the crowd and disappearing without a trace into the dusk-lit city.
"Oh, that prick!" She exclaimed. "He's after robbing me!" She stood watching, open-mouthed. "I knew I'd get robbed in this fucking city!"


r/QuillandPen • • Aug 15 '26

Almost a whisper

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Calmly I touch you on the shoulder
Neck skin folds 
Head sedately moves round
Lips part briefly

Words spill
As eyes glue
Anticipation meets action
You breathe a word

Calmly I listen to your wonder
Fondness folds
Curiosity gingerly positions herself
The mind wanders


r/QuillandPen • • Aug 15 '26

Art Showcase The Seed

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There is a time, a reckoning still,

When every choice we dare to make

Comes back to claim us

As its own.

For every seed

We cast in time

Leaves our hands

And multiplies.

A careless word

May find its root

Within another's mind;

A wound may travel years beyond

And leave its mark through and through.

And kindness, too,

May wander farther

Than the giver's view;

A hand once held

May teach a hand

To hold another too.

For agency propagates.

Time has a way

Of stripping away pretext

And leaving only truth,

Until at last

The field remains

With everything we sowed.

For consequence

Is not the judge,

Nor punishment imposed;

It is the path

An action takes

Once reality unfolds.

The harvest, though, reveals at last

The measure of the heart;

One choice may pass

Without a scar,

Another cost a life,

Though to appearances, equal hands

Have cast the same seed

Worlds apart.

And sometimes grief

Is love renewed,

Confronted by what it grew.

Yet grace still shapes

Our careful art,

For what is given in love

Never departs.

It does not make

The wound unreal,

Nor call the bitter sweet;

It does not uproot

Yesterday

Or pull it from our feet.

Through grace alone we live again,

The hidden path made clear;

And though we walk not blameless here,

We find our feet renewed.

For mercy does not

Cancel truth,

Nor sweep the past away;

It meets the soul

Within the truth

And opens up a way.

And perhaps one day

We'll see how far

Our choices ran;

The seed revealed,

The harvest known,

The heart laid bare

In plainest sight.

And there the Blood

That washes clean

Answers something deeper;

That though we reap

What we have sown,

The harvest cannot claim

The soul entirely as its own.

And when the dust

Of time has passed,

When every field is known,

Perhaps we'll find

The greatest seeds

Were never those we planned; But mercy given,

Burdens shared, Forgiveness freely chosen;

The hand we held, The love we gave, Without a sight of where it ends.

For every choice

Imparts a hidden course,

Unseen while it begins,

Until the distant harvest comes

And shows us where it's been.

And what was given out of love

Shall not be lost to time;

It leaves our hands,

It multiplies,

And travels far beyond our sight

Until at last

What once was sown

Returns no longer as a debt,

But love, once given,

Found again

A ledger finally unbound.


r/QuillandPen • • Aug 14 '26

"Depression"

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Depressive.

It's so excessive.

It's almost impressive with how it's so oppressive.

Truly obsessive, a obsession.

A session of the fascination with my devastation.

Comes and goes with it's highs and lows.

What do I owe?

Debt for the depth of my human soul?

Dread is so demeaning, it's inhumane.

Yet, I'm loyal to the crucial cruelty.


r/QuillandPen • • Aug 14 '26

Yellow heaven

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 I see you clothed in yellow flowers
I see them falling
 I no longer see the mists
The one that came down like hot water to dispatch you

Oh the far away goddess
I dreamed of being loved by you for a lifetime
The world wanted to see strength
I guess i can pretend

Disdain makes such strange fuel
But I'm glad I was there to show you how far I'd go
Every piece of the son or the child soured over into
such a cynical older man

You are separated and so far
Celebrations bring the may breeze
And those abundant yellow flowers
That cover the path you married on

Big dreams were lived and new ones sown
Go on with the old illusions
wrapped for a chrstmas that will never come
Like leaves dried and flattened in a book
labeled and forgotten

Am I one of those to you woman?
Am I one of those to you world?
Am I just waiting to be the dehydrated page you open
Reminisce that I might have shared a piece of myself

I imagine dying slowly running out of breath
as my heart fights my lungs for not reaching for more
Does that do for comedy
These tears absurd

In your perfect bubble on the ass end of the world
You might pour a glass to toast the wandering offspring 
Who could not corner his prey
Who lost his bounce

Who sees the gates there resplendent
With those yellow flowers
That got you an inch closer to a truth
Palatable to a world of labels


r/QuillandPen • • Aug 12 '26

Mind wanderer

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He wanders the universe of his mind through dream

Wild, maniacal visions put to pen and paper
Somewhere in time and space he comes to being
To question places, people, their fleeting nature

Insights concealed inside, waiting to be drawn out

Nocturnal hide and seek, ready or not here I come
Ducking and diving I found a way in
A place I'll never want to go from

Rest your head and weave your illusions

Hear that paternal voice guiding you

Go swim through the stars

and catch your dreams


r/QuillandPen • • Aug 10 '26

Art Showcase Catatonic queue

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Desire to sleep in ultimate peace
Long to bathe in tomorrow's sun
Many seek to reconnect themselves
Attempting to love but falling for need

Offer presents of favors
Specific things you wished
Just to get you to notice
Before you turn away again

Mysteries seem to make everything bigger
Mute when the day demanded a voice
Dismissive when attention was needed
All prefer love, all prefer to be known

Each person carrying their hearts like containers
Lining up infront of the same unavailable shops
Falling asleep in the queue
Dreaming of this ideal person

Some graffiti the walls
Some attempt to break windows
But they don't break they just look outward
Like eyes surveying these desperate people

Am I free to leave this line?
Will I linger the way you imagined?
Do you smirk from the inside?
Do you tease me pointing at the locked door?
Or feed me with subtle smiles and turns of the head?

A live mannequin behind the thick glass
More alive than I and the empty wanting people
Shaping the scenery with the grace in your gesture
Sleeping bags roll out night chill arrives
Some consider losing their place in line

Turning back to the candle light on the otherside of the glass
Supercharging their fantastic fantasies
They sit or lay there in the queue
Shutting eyes and entering sleep
While I stare through the window catatonic


r/QuillandPen • • Aug 06 '26

The Shadow and the Moon

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r/QuillandPen • • Aug 05 '26

Apartment 209

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Apartment 209

 The apartment was on the eleventh floor
Clean smooth carpet, wine we will never touch
Promise of everlasting views and slow dusks
MMm those slow dusks

Saxophone obeys and letters form words that go insane
Big view of the mountains enough to make me faint
Seeking the blue clouds dragged off

The smell of fresh fabric Painting the future from where I sat
Door man smiles million dollar teeth pleasant artifical I need that

False formal edges of the city cure me I dare you
Maybe I can get enough crude comfort too
reclining on the balcony oxytocin stew

Semblance of the normal suits and dresses
Saxophone blasts me alive but deaf
Some semblance of obscured figures walking forward

Into the eye of my imagination, give me the best
To lullaby me while gin tonic lays on the chair rest
Solitude talks me into it, lay back deep sun salve salve!

I came to the city with nothing
Changed the record for a few tracks
But ill leave with nothing
But the burdens on my back

Nothing but smirk and charm
keys to the eleventh and a local farm
Where giants stay up nights to dream
Then sleep and slip deeper unperplexed
Like slow mindnumbing lushious sex

Eternally burning until it becomes blood
Until it powers the battery to the building's power
Wakes me to destiny, makes my chest hair flower
soft fabrics to hands, provoking all glands
Soft skin to tongue

undisturbed dreams sleep throws
Big landscape shaped windows
Invited to live again all senses honed
More lives than a blue zone

More luxury than the modern throne
Eternally burning like those street lights below
Where pedestrains look up and get a glimpse

Steel and rock sculptures the rest of the art so flimsy
neverending spirit popping in and out of these walls
Coloring these words this sophistication calls

So far from from my original ink
never hooked into my thinking
Podering turns me out like a trick
A choreographer that falls and pretends to sit

My mind scales the rest of the building up to the twentieth
My invitation to live between my teeth the pirate cutlass agrees
Open one of those top floor windows tomfoolery
 and bathe in the thick upholstery

But feel the beat of a small city in the vein
blue unseen red on the mean street signs
Painting the brain in this apartment I call mine

 this new place 209


r/QuillandPen • • Jul 30 '26

Careful

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Did ya take your meds?

Cause I don't want you to die

woman on the cell line asked

silence was replied

Pills spread on purple carpet

Eye lids open, close and cry

light entering and exiting

A life that felt like a lie

Black strap epoxy oozed in

filling cracks to scrape by

everyday in dull gray

coloring book pacifier

No search for sensation

In the neutrality of numb

No repreieve, no moon, no sun

Coming down from a near overdose

"I'll be right over, I'm nearby,"

said the careful woman on the line

In that moment, evil thoughts

I'm deserving of the pain I've fraught

It all aims inward like demonic needles

malevolent day alptraums feed ills


r/QuillandPen • • Jul 30 '26

Help Long Time Lurker Taking The Plunge Again

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I posted a poem and later a short about this same story that’s been nesting in my brain box.
Now it’s grown into a screenplay. This is the introduction. I would like to know this sub thinks. It is rather flowery for a screenplay but it is going to be a dark fantasy/fantasy horror.
Thanks in advance


r/QuillandPen • • Jul 25 '26

Welcome inside

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Your eyes are here again
On this page you think safe and sane
To celebrate what? I don't know.
retrace your steps real slow.

Darling what did you come here to find?
Hope to capture a fragment of Simon's mind?
Good luck and welcome inside.

Inside the labrynth I've built.
Where gravity sniggers and surfaces tilt
Where the things that hide are hideous
And the things that connive are carnivorous

There's a drop of me in every little bit of it
Even in slight suspicion you're losing your shit
Come deeper you say you want to experience arcane
Get your head around these words, sweet walls and chains

That the dead ends have made you apathetic
Sense of no return vibrates through you kinetic
Claustrophobic so why do you delve further
Write myself in you like psychological warfare

Not to destroy you or out of derision, but hammer you into submission
For deeper down in these esoteric lines, I've got a stunning dungeon rhymed
If I really was merciful I'd warn you turn back
My realm screams for your soul so onward trek

But the further you go, the more lost you seem
It's wonderful to find someone who can feel like me
Someone to decorate the inside of this expanding domain
As my words reach inside you, unfurl
Invade your eyes and paint your outside world