Melissa Ingoldsby
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I think you’ll be in my heart, always
my lady, you’re on my mind right now Thankless, I’m Dying to send off my degrees of agony to a far off shore To be obliterated in a toxic plume of smashed bottles full of the trash water I sink into, the stuff that feeds my ears whilst I
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Picture this
What if walls could talk? Picture this. The question that plagued the top of the museum’s historic building, the mosaic like spokes at the top, though the more keen observer would notice that the ceiling was not in tip top shape as it was caving in at an angle on the right. ‘Oh, my! What a genius! The next Banksy!’ The art collections curator gushed to the manager as the hoards of eager art fanatics swarmed into the museum that was once decaying, resembling what could be described as a dying old tomb it was now brought back to fresh life.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Silence came through like a golden forest
your silence isn’t in death, it’s in between the golden brown hills, The twilight ridges that created you. The Silver silence sounded off the Angel, reverberating like the sister bells of Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
How do you introduce yourself to a book?
By Melissa Ingoldsby I still remember those blazing blue eyes; the same eyes that looked upon me with laughter and joy, the eyes of the person I so longed to understand, to hold my passions to as well as to anchor them down. Those eyes, that very stare---locked an unwavering sense of loyalty within me, and set a path for my predictable and stable upbringing, so much so, it strengthened my faith as well as deconstructed it.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
