bloodandsunrays - Hello Poetry

The world exists outside Pavements dozing under a thousand footsteps City lights blooming bright flashing their sequin shine in a hurry to blur the human eye concealing starlight Roads swallowing streams of noise The city is alive under the canopy of midnight velvet the dreams of a sleepless sky A soul would warm itself in the night another would heave cold sighs The darkness would die as the dawn arrives as the world exists outside The moon will set it's milky white breath would fade in the morning light Seeds would open sprouting leaves in motion Nature would rise into life Souls would wake ripples caressing the lake the ocean would glide with its tide Bees sing in their hives a worthy life to live by in the world that exists outside Here I lie in my silent space with my lone and unmet gaze Nursing my wounds scrubbing my purple bruise smothering my youthful days Stitches to seal Bandaids to heal Catching the wildest of sun rays The world outside is a reverie in the mind Life slowly drifting away The infinity lies with its thousand skies trapped inside the walls of my head A beating heart a cage to tear the wings apart give me the blood and the rust instead The sun to rise My torn soul to fly outside The fire to burn bright red The pulse on my skin life, a patient flow within my hope still lives undead.

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Nov 6, 2019

Nov 6, 2019 at 3:56 AM UTC

bloodandsunrays

Solitary

The world exists outside Pavements dozing under a thousand footsteps City lights blooming bright flashing their sequin shine in a hurry to blur the human eye concealing starlight Roads swallowing streams of noise The city is alive under the canopy of midnight velvet the dreams of a sleepless sky A soul would warm itself in the night another would heave cold sighs The darkness would die as the dawn arrives as the world exists outside The moon will set it's milky white breath would fade in the morning light Seeds would open sprouting leaves in motion Nature would rise into life Souls would wake ripples caressing the lake the ocean would glide with its tide Bees sing in their hives a worthy life to live by in the world that exists outside Here I lie in my silent space with my lone and unmet gaze Nursing my wounds scrubbing my purple bruise smothering my youthful days Stitches to seal Bandaids to heal Catching the wildest of sun rays The world outside is a reverie in the mind Life slowly drifting away The infinity lies with its thousand skies trapped inside the walls of my head A beating heart a cage to tear the wings apart give me the blood and the rust instead The sun to rise My torn soul to fly outside The fire to burn bright red The pulse on my skin life, a patient flow within my hope still lives undead.

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You breathe inside of me like flowers blooming, like sleeping embers in the furnace of my heart heaving restless sparks in startling fever dreams. My bleeding feet have walked miles into myself and away from your entrapping embrace My soul has broken your spell averting my eyes from your gaze My silver armour is crumbling against blood soaked reveries I feel your presence beyond the horizon the distance swallowing memories My voice choking within your thoughts my presence a withering mist You gently urging me out the door streams of strange faces being let in To soften the shade of the aching bruise seal secretly grieving tombs I move on where the blue stars fall, burying blood clots in the moon The silence here is deafening, dear but my heart rings on its beat I carry these shreds of skin you shed they once were made of me.

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Nov 4, 2019

Nov 4, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC

bloodandsunrays

Fade

You breathe inside of me like flowers blooming, like sleeping embers in the furnace of my heart heaving restless sparks in startling fever dreams. My bleeding feet have walked miles into myself and away from your entrapping embrace My soul has broken your spell averting my eyes from your gaze My silver armour is crumbling against blood soaked reveries I feel your presence beyond the horizon the distance swallowing memories My voice choking within your thoughts my presence a withering mist You gently urging me out the door streams of strange faces being let in To soften the shade of the aching bruise seal secretly grieving tombs I move on where the blue stars fall, burying blood clots in the moon The silence here is deafening, dear but my heart rings on its beat I carry these shreds of skin you shed they once were made of me.

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Hate is passionate. When love turns to hate you still possess their heart like a flame they grudgingly surrender to your inseparable grip they burn all night and day. Indifference is colder. When love freezes in the vein they carelessly turn away you die a death inside their forgetful minds when the love drains out of their gaze The warmth you once drew from them, gasps for breath as the frost invades. But the worst is yet to come, my dear it's when your loved one fears when they have you near When they recoil at the mention of your name when they shrivel beneath your love and it's weight when they wear your presence like a crippling chain when they run away just to remain sane The worst is when you're poison in their lips never to loathe, but a woe to be eclipsed The worst is when you're the suffocator of their breast in whom your loved one can never find rest.

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Aug 18, 2019

Aug 18, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC

bloodandsunrays

The Bitter End

Hate is passionate. When love turns to hate you still possess their heart like a flame they grudgingly surrender to your inseparable grip they burn all night and day. Indifference is colder. When love freezes in the vein they carelessly turn away you die a death inside their forgetful minds when the love drains out of their gaze The warmth you once drew from them, gasps for breath as the frost invades. But the worst is yet to come, my dear it's when your loved one fears when they have you near When they recoil at the mention of your name when they shrivel beneath your love and it's weight when they wear your presence like a crippling chain when they run away just to remain sane The worst is when you're poison in their lips never to loathe, but a woe to be eclipsed The worst is when you're the suffocator of their breast in whom your loved one can never find rest.

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I feel like a disabled lamb that just burst out of its mother's womb.

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Aug 18, 2019

Aug 18, 2019 at 4:20 AM UTC

bloodandsunrays

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I feel like a disabled lamb that just burst out of its mother's womb.

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i have a thin drop of water between my thumb and index finger that i play with when it rains; you leap through the warmth that comes with your tall summers; everywhere i look, everyone is the same, moving, writhing in the heat. i am jealous. i am still. i am cold. i am here, in my southern winter, my fever of snow.

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bloodandsunrays

Aug 18, 2019

Aug 18, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC

quack

southern winter

i have a thin drop of water between my thumb and index finger that i play with when it rains; you leap through the warmth that comes with your tall summers; everywhere i look, everyone is the same, moving, writhing in the heat. i am jealous. i am still. i am cold. i am here, in my southern winter, my fever of snow.

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flood waters recede showing widespread destruction as young shoots sprout forth

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bloodandsunrays

Aug 17, 2019

Aug 17, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC

ymmij

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flood waters recede showing widespread destruction as young shoots sprout forth

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When the night is dark, when the room is dark, when the soul is dark, when the mind is dark, when the heart is dark I wish to look into your eyes through a million miles through a million lives through a million bygone worlds I wish to look into your eyes and dare you to survive, dare you to breathe dare you to burn the light inside your eyes dare you to gaze back into mine When the world is blind when the world is fading when the world is looking away and it’s letting go of its embrace I wish to look into your eyes to make you feel make you feel my presence make you feel my warmth make you feel my will to bear your weight When everything is dark I wish to look into your eyes and urge you to carry on, hold on to the soft darkness soothe your weary soul until it all gently goes away.

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Aug 17, 2019

Aug 17, 2019 at 4:41 AM UTC

bloodandsunrays

The Eyes of a Dead Artist

When the night is dark, when the room is dark, when the soul is dark, when the mind is dark, when the heart is dark I wish to look into your eyes through a million miles through a million lives through a million bygone worlds I wish to look into your eyes and dare you to survive, dare you to breathe dare you to burn the light inside your eyes dare you to gaze back into mine When the world is blind when the world is fading when the world is looking away and it’s letting go of its embrace I wish to look into your eyes to make you feel make you feel my presence make you feel my warmth make you feel my will to bear your weight When everything is dark I wish to look into your eyes and urge you to carry on, hold on to the soft darkness soothe your weary soul until it all gently goes away.

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They’re like a smoke that rises from a corner of your mind Filling your entire head in such an unhurried flow And you inhale the scent in gulps, in gulps dazed and intoxicated, you drown in it. You’d look into a pair of fawn eyes that belong to a grown man— the throne bearer of your kingdom of red. Fawn eyes, for they really are wide, innocent and bright pouring out a flood of sunlight, an eternity of thriving life The man, himself is real a renaissance sculpture come to life, the undoubting incarnation of the youthful Adonis. You’d look into those gleaming eyes and for a moment you feel their presence, you see love You’re subtly tricked into feeling real emotions in the face of the imaginary They play with your thoughts, your flesh until you part your lids and find that the dream is here, the man is not. So you wipe all the unrequited foolishness from your eyes and unwillingly face the weight of reality. Until the ghost reappears and breathes that poison smoke back into your mind And oh, how skillful he is! Oh, how cunning! OH, HOW RADIANT THE SUN, IN THE WORLD OF DREAMS! [Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub…] [Breathe in… breathe out... breathe in… breathe out…] What awaits outside the eyelid dulls to dust in comparison— The echo of silence for a friend, the blemishes in the blood aching again At the contact of the emptiness, the life the fugitive escapes back into her dreamland. Where she once lived in a foreign land a thriving adolescence she lived within the walls of her mind far away from the voids that mangled her childhood. She once loved a man from that land who ghosted inside her mind for years In bleeding crumbs of reality he sometimes appeared but always, always to carelessly disappear back into the million mile reverie. Dreamland, O dreamland! That grew up with me inside my mind, inside my heart, so solitary Now, a grown woman, I still feed on your company And I wait, I wait, I wait for a true world as homely as my dream...

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Aug 17, 2019

Aug 17, 2019 at 4:10 AM UTC

bloodandsunrays

Daydreams

They’re like a smoke that rises from a corner of your mind Filling your entire head in such an unhurried flow And you inhale the scent in gulps, in gulps dazed and intoxicated, you drown in it. You’d look into a pair of fawn eyes that belong to a grown man— the throne bearer of your kingdom of red. Fawn eyes, for they really are wide, innocent and bright pouring out a flood of sunlight, an eternity of thriving life The man, himself is real a renaissance sculpture come to life, the undoubting incarnation of the youthful Adonis. You’d look into those gleaming eyes and for a moment you feel their presence, you see love You’re subtly tricked into feeling real emotions in the face of the imaginary They play with your thoughts, your flesh until you part your lids and find that the dream is here, the man is not. So you wipe all the unrequited foolishness from your eyes and unwillingly face the weight of reality. Until the ghost reappears and breathes that poison smoke back into your mind And oh, how skillful he is! Oh, how cunning! OH, HOW RADIANT THE SUN, IN THE WORLD OF DREAMS! [Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub…] [Breathe in… breathe out... breathe in… breathe out…] What awaits outside the eyelid dulls to dust in comparison— The echo of silence for a friend, the blemishes in the blood aching again At the contact of the emptiness, the life the fugitive escapes back into her dreamland. Where she once lived in a foreign land a thriving adolescence she lived within the walls of her mind far away from the voids that mangled her childhood. She once loved a man from that land who ghosted inside her mind for years In bleeding crumbs of reality he sometimes appeared but always, always to carelessly disappear back into the million mile reverie. Dreamland, O dreamland! That grew up with me inside my mind, inside my heart, so solitary Now, a grown woman, I still feed on your company And I wait, I wait, I wait for a true world as homely as my dream...

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