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Pink John

Pink John

93
Writings
20
Followers
6
Following
Pink John

Pink John

93
Writings
20
Followers
6
Following
Tip Of The Iceberg

Pink John

1 min read

They called her an iceberg, frosty and insincere

Forever scheming behind a polished veneer

Eyes sharper than an iceberg’s pointy tip

Speech shallow and detached spilled from her lips.


Pale and pristine, untouched by pain or despair

Aloof and cruel, with her blank, icy stare

Merely drifting along in life’s cold sea

Alone and unloved, she would forever be.


Not once did they think she was barel...

Poetry

2
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Down The Waterfall

Pink John

1 min read

The stars smiled upon us, as if they knew we’d soon join them.


We gazed up at the midnight sky

From the shimmery waters, just drifting the world by

Our hands clutched in silent union

Shoulders bowed under the weight of the cross we were to bear.


Our toes dangling in the icy liquid below

Not why we were cold and white as snow

In his eyes swam tears, I knew mine were steel

I tightened my grip- t...

Poetry

1
Miasma

Pink John

1 min read

Another painful night, another toxic drag

The fumes consume my lungs entirely.

Like clammy hands wrapped tightly around my chest

Clutching, squeezing all the vim and vigour out.

I walk, dazed, under the blinding moonlight

Blink, and it's neon motel signs and cracked windowpanes.

I don't know if I stumble in, or if the stifling miasma

Swallows me whole, and I am

Spit out into the

Maws of the devi...

Poetry

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See The World

Pink John

1 min read

She’s got too big a heart for any one place

She roams and runs, dances her sorrows away

For she is tethered, yet smiles adorn her face

As she declares, “I’ll see the world one day.”


She’s been dealt abuse, has trauma galore

And yet she whistles like she has not a care

She deserves joy, fulfilment, so much more

She dreams, of reality and setbacks unaware.


She had a box of stamps, and late at nig...

Poetry

1
Story Untold

Pink John

1 min read

Their fingers brush along the spine

They clutch, and their fingers intertwine

An angry shake and they twist away

Glaring at the other, ruining their day.


Their eyes, in unison, lock on the tome

Gaze at it fondly, as at a weary heart’s home

It’s once gilded pages, now almost dust

And yet, to possess it was a must.


It’s dust jacket crumpled, corners worn down

In a condition that could make any l...

Poetry

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I Stand Alone

Pink John

3 min read

“I am not a toy to be used.”


They all looked at her, one and all, as her words resonated through the night air. She stood atop a skyscrapers, teetering on the ledge, and yet she looked as if she’d never been more confident or sure of herself her whole life. She was meant to be there- anything that happened from then on was entirely intentional. She would control the world for the next few minutes...

Drama

6
3
Misgivings

Pink John

1 min read

O new neighbour across the street

I see your hair so fluffy and your clothes so neat

And yet there’s something evil about your smile

Your innocent air, crafted with guile.


You sit serenely rocking in your chair

You talk to us all, you advise and you care

But you do not fool me! No, I’m too wise

To be taken in by your black, sugar-coated lies.


You wave everyday when you see me walk by

I frown ...

Poetry

1
Together

Pink John

1 min read

You have stayed with me

Through thick and thin, tears and grins

You have held my hand

Squeezed it in comfort and love

Pulled me out of dark and foul.


You know my worst sides

And have bared your own in deep

Solidarity.

We are neither of us pure

Several, the backs we’ve stabbed.


And yet we stand strong

Alone, but for each other

Facing a cruel world

In condescension. Remain

Hands clasped, blac...

Poetry

2
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Menace Unlocked

Pink John

4 min read

"Excuse me miss! How did you get back here? This area is for EMPLOYEES ONLY."

Sheila blinked, as though she'd blacked out temporarily. Hastily registering the situation, she rolled her eyes and sighed, the shrill voice grating on her nerves; and the capitalised end to the admonition making it quite clear that she'd been caught red-handed.


She waited a beat before she backed off from the giant a...

Fantasy

1
Mighty Sin, Take My Soul

Pink John

1 min read

I grappled with the pesky little hook

Tried desperately to get the wretched thing loose

I banged and cursed, rattled and shook

For nothing but despair, and many a bruise.


My fingers now hurt, after an eternity trying

My blood embellishes the inky window pane

Rage and grief, in my heart, for dominance vying

While my battered hand claws at the glass in vain.


I see the demons out there lurking

Th...

Poetry

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