Inkblot Sanctum

Inkblot Sanctum

2/19/2025, 10:09:08 PM

© Christine ft ChrisDuke Day 050/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #InkblotSanctum Now As Friends, Forever As A Family Today, a soft melody plays, A reminder of friendship in countless ways. February 19th, a sweet harmony, Best Friends Day, a cherished symphony. In a world that rushes, loud and unkind, You stand by my side, a treasure I find. A confidant and a light, in shadows you stay, The family I've chosen, come what may. You know my secrets, the silence I keep, The times I pretend and possibly the nights I can’t sleep. With just one word, you see through my guise, The flicker of truth in the depth of my silence. Our bond is a canvas painted in hues, Of trust and of moments we choose. Through differences bold, we grow and we learn, A friendship so dear, it constantly burns. Money can’t buy what we have come to share, A connection unbroken, a love so rare and fair. Through heartaches and triumphs, through happiness band despair, You’re the gift I hold close, beyond all compare. Give me another life time, I will pray we cross path, For with a second with you drowns life's wrath. I say these words, for as long as I respire, You will never lack a shoulder nor hand to inspire

Inkblot Sanctum

2/18/2025, 9:38:24 PM

© Christine ft ChrisDuke Day 049/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #InkblotSanctum Unsaid Battles In a world filled with cheerful sighs, I stand masked with bright disguise. With every smile that lights my face, Lurks a quiet storm I cannot erase. Beneath the surface, my heart’s a battlefield, A war rages on, no weapon to wield. Tears cascade softly, in shadows they flow, In the still of the night, only know. The tasks of the day, they pull at my mind, Yet I mask the exhaustion and keep the burden confined. For those who look up, in awe or in need, I nurture their dreams without neglecting mine Oh, the glow on my face, a façade and shimmering shell, Hides the fatigue that I carry so well. Each step feels heavy, each breath a refrain, Yet I push through the murk, through the shadows of pain. I open up my purse in search for a smile, Eyes on me for one for themselves as they pile. Ignoring the battles within for joy of others is always a victory, A short while perfect mascara glittery. I can't be the weak one, neither am I, The tempest in me will surely die. Until then I will apply my concealer, A flawless blush and contour for a feeler.

Inkblot Sanctum

2/22/2025, 10:12:03 PM

©ChrisDuke Day 053/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #InkblotSanctum Missing Alibi A cry of naivety echos through the bars, Justice eludes the innocent from seeing the stars. The tragic episode of a man caught in a horror, With the devil called out be the first juror. A daisy so tender and pure, bathed in the red fluid, Won't harm the one who takes him in and not exclude. A soul that reads and interprets him well, Their love makes the devil jealous but can still tell. A missing gap of his innocent tale, His word against a lying proof escorts him to jail. Not even the angels can proof his path, Left to face his new fate in the "law's full wrath".

Inkblot Sanctum

2/20/2025, 9:49:07 PM

©ChrisDuke Day 051/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #InkblotSanctum Obsession There you go a consuming passion, a fire that burns deep inside, The restless longing that refuses to subside. Inferno of the flesh blaze out of control, A crazy fixation on to that one soul. The sight that skips his heart a beat, A smile that puts his brain on a repeat. Trapped in a world of his own making, A world where she's the only one who's awakening. Wakey wakey, fleeting thoughts, The sun comes out, stay hidden. From the shadow the glance shall disappear, The hollow echo from the heart is misleading.

Inkblot Sanctum

2/16/2025, 10:44:38 PM

© Christine ft ChrisDuke Day 047/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #InkblotSanctum ESI In the vibrancy of her youthful spring, A girl stands tall, her heart flapping like a gentle wing. The firstborn child, with dreams to soar, She seeks serenity while she opens the door. She's called a goddess of wisdom (La Sagesse), her siblings' bright (Esi) star, They look to her strength, knowing just who they are. A role model etched in a lovely light, She champions their dreams while they hold unto her so tight. Parents wait to see in her every embrace, An exemplar of grace, a warrior's face. An exemplary goddess with a compassionate mind, In her laughter and guidance, true happiness they find. Is this her cross, or a crown she will wear? In sacrifice's dance, she bids life to care. Fully committed, she goes on her own quest, Creating a name, to be her best. Heavenly blessed, with a soul so pure, A presence that lifts, yet a heart that endures Gloriously endowed, with gifts so rare, An old soul, she knows the care. A Déesse with a kindness like a river wide, Her words firm, gentle and loving stride. Her curse is the strive for excellence day and night, She looks unto the Author, her power and guiding light.

Inkblot Sanctum

2/21/2025, 10:13:25 PM

©ChrisDuke Day 052/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #InkblotSanctum What Are Kreatives For? Imagine a world where everyone follow the rules and regulations. Such a bland world you'll say, a boring and mundane world it would be. And that's why every soul out there is a creative, who from you make choices and decisions, as you are being inspired, being misled, being oppressed, being corrected, being confused, being learned, being angered, being uplifted. The same way Portable made you question someone's lifestyle and while others admire him, is the same way Oyor made you pray for a lifestyle and while others ignore him. Both are creatives, in this world a whole lot of creatives exist, some add spice, some add trouble, some add knowledge, some add wisdom, some are made lessons, some are lessons, some are crazy, some are out of this world. They all exist to influence and entertain.

Inkblot Sanctum

2/24/2025, 10:57:11 PM

©ChrisDuke Day 055/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #InkblotSanctum The Next Convict For the sake of a short while spree, Many are serving their time in penury. Drowned by emotions and impure pondering, The love of the bucks makes it intoxicating. Left without vision, ends in the perdition of bankruptcy, The lost prodigal will pay double to smell mercy. Fortune has filed a lawsuit against its ravager, Teaching and turning the greedy into scavenger. The same path you thread, eating with ten fingers, A crime unto many generations as penalty lingers. Riches and wealth will find many guilty, For they are greedy and dirty.

Inkblot Sanctum

2/23/2025, 10:52:11 PM

©ChrisDuke Day 054/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #InkblotSanctum The Verdict Seated in the grave silent courtroom, awaiting the jury to step out, Waiting for the result to prove my heart beat for my lady's tune. My feelings have been tested, by the fiery inferno of mad scrutiny, drown in the tempest of excruciating patience, Here I stand at the final summon before witnesses those against me and those for me, even after being prune. The moment we've been waiting for is here, as the jury stepped out, first came lust, then fantasy, infatuation, patience, respect, till the very last, love itself, In the heat of the silence, the honor read out their verdict, in the case of I versus the every iota doubt, the jury finds me guilty of truly in love and not a loon.

Inkblot Sanctum

2/17/2025, 10:18:24 PM

© Christine ft ChrisDuke Day 048/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #InkblotSanctum Oasis of Ink In silence, I wander through pages and trees, Observing the whispers of nature’s soft breeze. With thoughts like wildflowers, I keep them inside, A world of my own, where my only heart can abide. The echoes of human laughter, the constant chatter I hear, Yet I find comfort in notes, where my voice feels clear. They call me a writer, a speaker of grand, It isn't true, but I cherish the moments I pen with my hand. Why spend fleeting hours in a whirlwind of sound, When thoughts wrapped in ink leave a legacy found? For in every word, a connection can bloom, A reader’s life in the quietest room. I escape through lines, paragraphs and words, Truth and imagination flows in inks and strokes in quiet herds. As treasure beyond measures stays hidden, Waiting for discovery, a value worth bidden. Be it for my soul, be it for my body, be it for my sanity, I will drown in the white pages of peace and clarity. Every bath cleanses the mind from harsh reality, Leaving a fragrance of inspiration and sagacity.

Inkblot Sanctum

2/15/2025, 9:43:49 PM

© Christine ft ChrisDuke Day 046/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #InkblotSanctum ReBirth Yesterday, dark thoughts played in my mind, In fear’s subtle embrace, I was lost and confined, A hall of tiredness built in gray, With loud whispers of weakness, I drifted away. Then in slumber’s sweet grasp, I took flight, As night turned into dawn, a dazzling light, I awoke in a hall, where dandelions bloomed, A garden of hope with despair, entombed. Their beautiful petals turned toward the sun, Each petal a promise so dear Boom! a new chapter begun, They spoke of rebirth, and of love without fear. Tears of joy? I couldn't be sure, But they rolled gently down as my heart sought an everlasting cure, A river of healing, a heavy yet tender stream, Of a great year, I dared to dream. A new strength like winged horse, The assurance that I'm getting it all. My flame of resolve is lit with no force, As a profound courage breaks my fall.