Christmas Ink, by Mitchell Stoycheff features original ink drawing and poetry that Mitch created during Inktober 2019
Projects

Injured

November 12, 1347 Was the night it begun The evening was full of sobs As my hand hovered over the doorknob The smell seeped in That putrid scent, that cut right to the skin I’ll never forget the sight Of this horror borne of night Even with a mask full of flowers I stood, accessed,… Continue reading Injured

Christmas Ink, by Mitchell Stoycheff features original ink drawing and poetry that Mitch created during Inktober 2019
Projects

Coat

When all withers and dies And ash has replaced the wind Would you still call us wise When our actions are undisciplined Our water has become muck Our mountains but barren sticks Will you remember the scent of lilac Over this scent of pyrotechnics Will you be satisfied by the greed Of what you could… Continue reading Coat

Christmas Ink, by Mitchell Stoycheff features original ink drawing and poetry that Mitch created during Inktober 2019
Projects

Dark

The world may tip into darkness The stars may stop their journey Yet I’ll be the fortress That will shield you from this agony I will take your hand And show you the light within You’ll see what it can withstand From the coming shadows therein Even when I am gone And frigid winds come… Continue reading Dark

Christmas Ink, by Mitchell Stoycheff features original ink drawing and poetry that Mitch created during Inktober 2019
Projects

Tasty

Come inside, don’t be afraid This little shop is humble Look what I have displayed Many are far too gullible They jump at the slightest of things They run their mouths with lies Something about “beings” Yet no one ever dies...

Christmas Ink, by Mitchell Stoycheff features original ink drawing and poetry that Mitch created during Inktober 2019
Projects

Dizzy

The world spins around, darling Like a Ferris wheel at sunset Yet your eyes: they sing I dive in and forget One by one my worries disappear Like morning mist How ever did I have these fears? Left dizzy when our souls kissed