Tag Archives: ink

a collection

conquest

letting you in

was what made breaking so easy

trojan were your claims

yet i say come, i say-

maim

–

trash

i hope you find love

in used cigarettes

in embers that lit

and never digressed

in candy wrappers

rubbed with cocaine

and crushed pop cans

that all sing

my name

–

manic

your names tattooed onto my heart

and even if i rip it free

i’ll etch it onto swollen skin

and stitch it back with a safety pin

–

experience

surround my heart with spears and thorns

it changes shape

adjusts its form

stab right through

and i won’t feel

i am modeling clay

to your preemptive

zeal

–

sidewalk flower

i’d eat concrete if it made me metal

grind up pavement between teeth

ensuring its density

so i can feel the wear

on my molars

create rubble from slabs

those freshly laid

and fully set

a bloodied mouth

and slit gums

i’d eat concrete if it made me metal enough

to forget the sidewalks i walked

with you

– ammarah siddiqui

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art of a time

in our time

we were art

 

bold brushstrokes

on pulled canvas

awaiting paint

and the artist’s practice

 

vermillion, scarlet, and blood-red hues

i was fire and flame

unset embers

to your ocean eye, seafoam

night sky blues

 

and as mixed as the palette did become

acrylic and oil

are not symbiotic mediums

 

brushes grew brittle

and water clouded grey

and the paintings of us began to fade

 

i like to think of us now

in monet

brighter colors and blurrier lines

a prettier picture from a step away

 

see our faults in van gogh

with little detail

and more swirls

 

if our flaws are picasso

it’s all straight cut

 

our pastels never mixed

and pigments never touched

 

we will always be

art of a time

on a dusty top shelf

that’s a favorite of mine

-ammarah siddiqui

 

 

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four walls

one day

we’ll have an apartment.

 

i’d pick out too many cushions

and want mirrors on every wall

you’d pretend to be bothered

but wouldn’t mind at all

 

we’d hold up paint chips

at Benjamin’s

like movie couples do

and i would re-realize

how much i love

blue

 

we’d squeege windows

and mop paint off floors

i’d smear a drop across your cheek

and you’d seek redemption

in another hue

 

i’d bet i could build a couch

and end up with a chair

because when it came to mistakes

you wouldn’t care

 

we’d karoake in the kitchen

and close cabinets for a beat

put mixed berries in pancakes

spill the syrup

and complain they’re too sweet

 

you’d rearrange my mixing bowls

and i’d eat your special snacks

we’d watch the same amount ahead

of the episode we paused at

 

one day

we’ll have an apartment

 

and i will never love

any four walls

or any one person

more.

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window – chatgpt 

This poem was written by ChatGPT with the provided prompt:
"Write a poem about a window"

A window, a portal to another world

A gateway to beauty, yet to unfold

It frames a picture, a moment in time

A place to sit, and watch life unwind

 

The glass is cold, to the touch

But it warms with the sun’s gentle clutch

A reflection of all that surrounds

The skies, the trees, the sights and sounds

 

Through the window, we see a view

A world that is both old and new

The hustle and bustle of daily life

Or the peaceful calmness of the night

 

In the morning, the light streams in

As a new day is about to begin

And in the evening, it casts a glow

As the world outside starts to slow

 

A window is a lens to the soul

A glimpse of life, beyond our control

It reminds us of what’s outside our door

And inspires us to explore even more

 

So open the window, let in the air

Feel the breeze, let down your hair

For a window is more than just a pane

It’s a reminder of life’s beauty, once again.

This poem was written by ChatGPT with the provided prompt:
"Write a poem about a window that doesn't rhyme"
A window stands before my eyes
Its pane of glass a clear disguise
For on the other side I see
A world that’s waiting just for me

Through it comes the light of day

And nighttime shadows dance and play

It shows me rain and summer sun

And all the beauty yet undone

 

Sometimes I’ll stand and watch awhile

At people passing with a smile

Or gaze into the starry night

And feel as though I’m taking flight

 

But though it seems just like a screen

This window is more than it seems

For in it I can see a dream

And all the hope that it can bring

 

So though it doesn’t rhyme or sing

This window is a wondrous thing

A gateway to the world beyond

And all the stories yet unwritten and untold.

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MY INK

The memory of getting a tattoo, the meaning behind one, the placement of it, the design, it represents a person in such a unique way.

THE ARROW

I got my first tattoo when I was 15 years old for my birthday. A little arrow on my left side rib. The arrow is a simple reminder to always aim forward towards my goals in life.

THE LOTUS

This tattoo holds such a memorable moment of my friends and I getting tattoos spontaneously. The lotus and moon on my upper back symbolizes rising from the dark to radiate into the world.

THE WAVE. THE 9.

I got the wave to symbolize where I grew up, the island of Bali. The number 9 is my dads lucky number and my favourite number so I decided to always have it with me.

THE COORDINATES.

This was my first matching sister tattoo. The coordinates of Indonesia and Canada represents where my parents come from, which represents a part of us.

Love and Light.

My dads handwriting, love and light. This is the most meaningful tattoo I have as it is a reminder of him and his words to always do things from love and that light and happiness will always be found.