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Colm Apr 2016
Your honor is written on my arm,
It walks with me through every day.

Beside and through the sharpest thorns,
Your ink will never be stripped away.

Engraved within, beneath my skin,
Your color my veins a certain way.

For you are the honor upon my arm,
And on my arm there you will stay.

-SS
Creepstar Apr 2016
Draw me up,
Slip me in.
Like razor blade,
In epidermal skin.
Each blessed stroke,
A broadened grin.
Works of art,
From soldered pin.
Eleanor Rigby Mar 2016
Ink
It's funny that once ink is skinned
it's pretty difficult to take it out.
It becomes hypodermic and almost eternal.

Could it be the same case
for the those who hurt you
carve a part of their memory
deep deep inside your bones
and make a wreck of you?

I don't know,
all that I know is that I want to destroy
everything that reminds me of those.


-- Eleanor
the Sandman Mar 2016
The girl you see on the train
With a piercing to commemorate each heartbreak
Has a few in places you can't see
— Because you can't know her relationships;
You don't know her heartbreak, or pain.
Instead, you count the suitcases and handbags she is lugging.

The girl who got a new piercing each time her heart broke
Has more smile lines on her face than studs,
So you can see she has had a fair measure
Of good moments:
She is not all rough edges and elbows.

But what you don't know,
And can't tell
From looking at her alone,
Is that she got a tattoo
Each time that she moved on.

The girl with as many piercings as heartbreaks
-And as many tattoos as movings on-
Has eight pieces of jewellery
Strung through her skin,
But only seven markings
Inked into it,
Because she knows she'll never quite get over
The one she can't quite forget.

You'll have to speak to her to know her—
A stranger on the train—
And let her tell you about her life;
And one day you'll hold her hand
As she gets her eighth tattoo done.
Break out of your bubble, if only because
One day, eight heartbreaks in, you'll help her break even.
Paige Mar 2016
I noticed you afar in your tainted uniform and deeply ironed apron.
When you walked with swagger and a little confidence, your dark hair stayed in place and reflected from your sunrise brown eyes.
Straight shoulders that arched your back and showed the bottom of your rose tattoo on your right bicep.
You approached me with that cocky charming waiter boy attitude,
sparkling white teeth and cunning smile.
Definitely a University boy
Can't be no older than 22
I slipped in a couple questions along with my order.
Are you local?
college boy?
I'm not an expert at flirting and you can probably tell that I haven't before.
You went easy on me.
"I board at the University ten blocks from here, but live three blocks from the diner. I crash at my mom's occasionally, but I like college."
You made it look like you were doing work by filling up sugar canisters.
I was enjoying the coffee too much.

It was 2:45.
You got off at 3.
I grabbed a pen and wrinkled napkin on the corner of the table.
I dotted my "I"s with stars and wrote 10 digits meticulously with a steady right hand.
You handed me the check and walked cooly back to the cash register.
Time was ticking, but I didn't want to be desperate.
I flicked my long straight black hair to my shoulder so it could bring out my eyeliner.
I walked to the register and nochalantly gave you the check.
I smiled and gave you the tip.
You threw the tip aside as the register flung open and held the written napkin in the light.
I walked out in confidence and exactly at 3:00.
WiltingMoon Feb 2016
I have a tattoo
But its does not dance with color on skin
I'm not happy with it
But I have it
I did it myself
Wasn't one of my finer days
But still it reflects me
I wish to cover it
I wish to was it away
But I can't
Its with me now
Even if it was to leap of my body
Its still with me
My past forever to follow
Never to leave
Thin lines
My tattooed life
I try and hide
Creepstar Feb 2016
Good afternoon,
what can I tattoo
Ah,half sleeve of Polynesian
To fill left arm on you.

Smoke a joint first?
Whatever you say
As long as your good with it
wouldn't want you slumping,but hey.

If you'd allow me to sketch
clean on to your skin
A few hours of this
we should be ready to begin.

Yes,please tell me of your ****** conquests
of the past week.
I agree if pick up girls from bars
it can be pretty bleak.

Okay we're mapped out
and read to go
Yes bud,it may hurt
that's a given you know.

I've opted for a seven round linner
Not to wide not to thin
I think for the style
it should fit right in.

Should take a few hours
give or take plus time for break
By the end I imagine
there'll be quite the dull ache.

So,how's work been
are you still paid to pave a drive?
Yeah I know it tedious
but you work to survive.

Another spliff break?
Of course you can dude
To stop you having the breaks you need
would be just rude.

I could do with another
cigarette myself
I'm aware that smoking these things
Are bad for my health.

Well we're almost done,
what do you think
Glad you like it
so let's go have a drink.
"Are you happy with the placement and design of your tattoo,remember its a permanent change to your athstetic features and though it can be removed with laser removal surgery at a later date your skin will never be the same again"
"Keep it clean,keep it creamed,don't pick it,don't scratch it,if it itches slap it"
Kelly Hogan Feb 2016
Ink
Getting inked soon
To remember you.
A stain on my skin
Because the one on my heart
Was wiped clean
When you left.
zody rose wang Jan 2016
Ink, encrypted into my skin.
The skin of life, the feel of permanence.
A subtle radiance of black art speaks to me,
comforts me,
while nestles into the truth of my existence.
Life,
speaking to me,
through a tiny script delicately carved,
into the time-lapse of light.

12/17/2015
z.r.w.
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