Notice of absence from HannahElisabeth
Taking a long overdue mental health vacation. I will check in when I can.
Taking a long overdue mental health vacation. I will check in when I can.
It was meant to be art, you said
I add to my list
Another questionable decision
Like a needle in too deep,
Left with blown out lines and bleeding ink
Scabs still healing, scars revealing
Nothing close to a masterpiece
Another whimsical idea ruined
Like a cheap tattoo
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HannahElisabeth (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was meant to be a more lighthearted take on questionable choices and love lost. Just like my cheap tattoos, I still don't regret the stories they tell and the lessons learned. Investing in quality tattoo artists being one of them...
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One reason I never had a tattoo on my body not so beautiful..... i have witnessed too many blemishes which once were good intent upon bodies around me.
I was young and naïve when I got mine... Definitely waiting for the right time to get the rest of the art I want. I still enjoy my silly cheap ones though.
Got to give this one the big miss - sorry, Hannah yer Uncle Dave understands nothing here....
Lol that is officially what I'm calling you in the dedication 😂
Basically, heavy handed tattoo artists make the line work bleed (and also read like brail in some cases thanks to scar tissue) and a play on words with heavy handed "love" that was "meant to be art" according to a certain nameless pronoun.
P.S. don't be late or dinner, or lunch, or whatever it is when the time comes. I still don't know how old that quip is, best I got was 200 years or so 🤷
Thanks for your comprehensive response to my somewhat slim effort.
Focus here is on your last para (I lay the first two to rest gently..) Only additional info I need to supply is that an uncle of mine (many moons ago) repeated that joke every time and at every available opportunity.... my toes curled up as I heard it coming....uncles have to be so careful.....
Now I'm completely in the dark about that last bit...
I heard that joke once or twice ..a lot...much too often....
And I don\'t mind just being called Dave - I will manage to put up with the informality... 😊
I choose to believe
so long as we still invest, in hope
all our mistakes add up
to amalgamate, as our future's epic..
(sorry I thought you were taking a break so didn't know to check for any new write's
just so your name on coyotes poem today and checked)
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