blood-word
American
Hey! I'm a 24-year-old artist-in-training, art teacher, and poet. / I call myself Blood Word, because everything I write about connects somehow to love. I call love the Word of Blood because blood represents life, death, emotion, struggle, and selflessness. What concept is at the center of all that if not love?
Selfish
I was
Mistake
I made
Hurt
You were
Plead!
I tried
Failed
I did
Broken
I became
Heal
God did
See
I do
And
I
LOVE
You
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:41 AM UTC
Beautiful are you, second to none
Radiant face, daughter of Son
Gifted I am, from God with you
Blue I was, now with Rose Blu
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 1:34 PM UTC
The skies are ripe and fraught
With fear and joy and hope
As birds will sing, and worms will pass
The circle pulses and rotates on
Forever until the day of dawn
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 6:12 PM UTC
That’s the difference between you and me.
When we go our separate ways,
You go on living, while I can only wait.
You’re whole enough everyone wants you, and you go on to succeed
My success only lasted as long as I was with you, now I’m in the dark again.
All I can do is wait for you again, but you wait for no man.
No, this isn’t to your fault, it’s what makes you great
I just can’t stand my own failure.
Thinking of this, though, lets me see
Just how blessed I was to have been chosen by you.
I’ll never understand it, but I guess I’ll never have to.
It’s so dark down here.
Hello! echo Is there anyone down here with me?
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 3:28 PM UTC
With your minds, think anew
Throw off these shackles of shadow
That you have called your own,
For they were never your friend.
Ignorance will not be bliss, but it is death.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC
Many tears fall
But not enough
Eyes of mine ache
For dry they are
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 5:15 PM UTC
The doors that light the heavens
Are the gateways we do perceive
As simple stars in a blank black sky
But they are as portals to another life
Another home, another love
What we neglect, they protect
And too well their job is done.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 5:14 PM UTC
Words fall from mouths and die on the ground.
Lips turn sour from the filth pouring across them.
Ears clog up and hear what was never there.
Communication is a ritual each performs
To feel good about, to protect himself.
There was never anything to feel good about, to protect.
All feel the pull from their chest, the urges, desires.
They give in and never control it.
Haughty are they!
For they look to the heart for guidance
It laughs to itself and prances them around on puppet strings
(Cleverly named “heart strings”)
Gaining delight with each fall man makes.
He cannot remove the cords within.
Admiration has always been on “love”.
Hate is self-love, and that is lust.
Lust and love became one when man grabbed it.
Love is hate in its purest form, yet none ever see this.
They will forever hate, unwittingly.
When a pebble is falling through the sky,
It cannot stop itself.
So is man.
Flapping his arms to stop the fall.
Pulling up on his feet to fly.
Of course, they are only weak, and need to flap faster, pull harder.
The origin of East cannot be reached by walking “more East”.
Perfection cannot be achieved by trying harder.
And what are we if not perfect?
Falling. Like a pebble.
Man lives in a dark room.
He picks up shadows and throws them on the wall to improve his situation.
Black begets black. Evil begets evil.
No matter his feigned intentions, this is the way man kills himself.
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 12:49 PM UTC
I’m tortured, beaten, whipped, punished, bitten, cut, stabbed, torn, heartbroken, and surrounded by people who love me. I’m abused, used, and tossed away, and not a single person hates me. I’m useless, weak, falling, dashed, and everyone sacrifices themselves for me. I’m struck and bruised when you stretch out a hand to help me up. I bleed where you caress me. My bones break when you try to hug me. My ears ring when you say “I love you”.
I lose my sight when you turn on the light.
So I run from you. I hide so you can’t slice my heart with caring words. I shield myself from you so you can’t shoot me with selflessness. I strike back in anger so your love won’t **** me.
I seized fear as my weapon, for it is the eternal enemy of love. If I make you scared of me, it hampers the love. And I did.
But it didn’t.
May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
When the sky fades, the earth quakes
And everyone is shown as fakes,
What you know is gone, what you fear is near
When real is wrong, and wrong is here
“Give up your ways! Forsake your flaws!”
(They close their ears, march in the jaws)
We will survive, we have our laws!
“You are dying! Drop the knife!”
(In unison they exit life)
We will live, but here’s no strife
They are falling (no, they are we!)
He is dead (it’s us, not he!)
She needs to wake (it is you, not she!)
All are broken and must be fixed
(You must see it’s us, or we’ll ne’er be free)
May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012 at 12:30 PM UTC