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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Trauma
I am in love with the idea of Paris in fall, A small village, the sky is tinted in orange and gray, I am sipping on that fall air, forgetting the old hot sun that beat down on me too long
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Etch in your heart, like you etched the name on a wall for everyone to see
they write on your heart, you think. those lovely people (all stages, puppy-love, dreamy goo-goo eyes, painful tears and angry background looks love, happy pretend everything’s fine love, perfect story-book fantasy I’m going to go out with my friends, don’t wait up)
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Purple zang lightning thunder lemon
I never used to do this Over-eat. I never used to let that thunder dream down upon me, I had pushed it out like a secret honey comb that was not a true part of the colony’s design
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Eggs scrambled creamed I wish you were ok
I maka yer eggs They taste creamy before they are cooked, I add cream to da base. The eggshells crackle, I love the way it crunches in between my fingers.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
space
it’s the kind of space that leaves you breathless Sucked out of you. A drained vacuum. You are dried out yet still moving.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Wretched
you were my luminous, liminal space. I have always been wretched, Drowning. You were between what was, and next, a restructuring of the restraint of time
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
I am the revelation
I hug her waist, I shrug off her shoulders. Her bosom I tease, her legs I release. I flow back, I feel bad but I look good.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Broken windows part 14; winter spell
Wintertime Love Boxman’s perspective There is some sort of eternal feeling of warmth whenever you live within a cabin’s wall. The wood carvings and large glass bay windows, simple furnishings and cozy spaces with natural light gives off the impression of total safety and security. The light catches your form in an embrace that feels like something you might’ve missed your whole life, like a tranquil, deep turquoise water that heals you body and mind.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Comfort
comfort isn’t like a real thing Is it? Is it in the way your voice winds down, almost singing, almost embracing me Like a warmth I can’t carry or
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Broken windows part 13; summer’s wind
Echoes of a venomous past Professor Venomous’ perspective My son and I fought for the last time. His turbonized form was angry, furious with me, and when he blasted my former lover/partner and step-kids into space, it set off a huge whirlwind of emotions inside of me.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Dark shadow light
how can you hold onto a memory you never had? How can you believe in a dream you never could grasp? How is it so hard to see that you turn my red green blue
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Broken windows part 12, space melancholy
Painful space blues Boxman’s perspective I used to think it was a simple sort of solitude up here, living in the sun. Amongst in the high density core of the sun, I found a melded sense of self, a oneness with space and the universe. I can’t explain it to anyone. No one else that I’ve ever known has ever survived living in the sun as I have. Even if I tried to explain it, it’s still incredibly difficult to understand.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction