Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

1297 stories

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My work:

The Job , The Space Between Us , Green,

The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books

Silent Bites by Eukalypto

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Orange peels
eat the peels of the oranges Would eat roasted lemon drink, Trickle down your throat Pretend it is like the sun A old fashioned summer day back when you rode your bike all day until it became dark outside
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
The Professor’s wish
She peeked through her blue stained glass window, and yawned, moving over her light pink kitchen with a dainty, quiet step to make the first batch of morning coffee. She liked to be up early as she always was an early riser. Rose was a petite woman with soft yellow curls and green eyes, a smile that always made others smile immediately after they saw it—magnetic, they couldn’t help it.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Curtain fall, do you even want it to be truly open?
keep it up, Keep the current flowing Keep the show running It’s a non stop deal, a term that was set But it’s actually eternal in very fine print
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Phantom inside
I’m slowly dying You won your game, I’m a toy Phantom inside, wind
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Fringes of light
fringes of light, moon You are lost, frantic I am Shadow dance, lovelorn
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Sword
I feel flayed, Like the banners that cover me like poison I am Stark But my hair is like a raven, And I am covered in oil,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Flirty
Long hair over face Your web is my twisted home Dripping male, I am
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Scarcity
scarcity drinks in different words Like echoes, shadows of things you once thought were meant to create A fuller perspective
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Lower stomach feelings
Author note: I’ve been feeling utterly exhausted emotionally and physically. Here’s some cathartic stuff hopefully, I guess. I feel like trauma is an empty bag you can’t open and fill up, it’s a cruel light thing you carry and it attaches to you tightly.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer
I’m a painful dreamer, No more beauty Even though the mirror might suggest Flowers, I am feeling so dull, So drooping and dull,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Death drop
your voice, I rise up Thousand blossoms yellow, love Death drop, I hold you
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Blue mountain
I saw the painful Face of time break our mountain Swift water torn, blue
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets