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Blood Word Nov 2011
This man and this girl.
Impossible, they all chant.
That's what makes it love.
My second shot at haiku.

This poem was written November 30, 2011
Blood Word Nov 2011
Lonely man and girl
Separate then joined by fate
Love now eternal
I decided to try my hand at haiku.

This poem was written November 30, 2011
Blood Word Nov 2011
Crack
My shell; has not been done
Flak
And Hell; saved by none

Save me, save me, cry I loud
I can't escape this evil shroud
Beset by shadow: vile, strong
I cannot hold out very long
Collapsing, sinking in this mire
Lost forever in the fire
Of myself.

I'm falling, dying because of you
Standing there, strong and true
It's my end for I do hide
My plight from you (take in stride)
You're perfect, shining Princess bright
That's why I die alone (all my might)
Because I love you.
This poem was written November 2, 2011.
Blood Word Oct 2011
A hole in the universe. A pinprick of light
Peeking at me behind night's dark doors.
It swallows my soul, taking me in,
But instead of eating me up, it makes me whole.
A brightness shooting straight into me,
                                                             ­ A gift from the heavens.
                                   A reminder of life.
                                                           ­  Of pain.
                                                           ­             Of hope.
Of love.

And I take this lesson in my hands, cupped gently in front of my self,
And walk into life, through it, inside it.
Hate swells, like the rolling tide. It always comes. It always was, it always will be.
The waves scream toward me       thrashing madly
And I step aside, not fighting. Not hating.
Love.
And that tiny spot of light
                                             (guarded on all sides by the stalwart gates of night)
glows when assaulted, gently directing the rage aside.

Now I'm watching.
I'm learning.
I don't control the light. I can't. I've tried.
I hold it gently in my open hands
                                                         (they must not be closed!)
                                                        ­                                             while it lives as I should.

                          Light
                  Pain
 ­        Hope

Love.
This poem was written October 22, 2011.
Blood Word Oct 2011
You see me! You see me!
But then again you don’t
You see me! You see me!
And then again you won’t

It’s hard to see who is me
‘Cause me is never found
I’m here I’m there I’m ev’rywhere
But yet I’m not around

You hear me! You hear me!
But then again you don’t
You hear me! You hear me!
But then again you won’t

If up is there and down is here
Then here is down and out
But I’m not here, no nor there
So find me when I shout!

You know me! You know me!
But yet again you don’t
You know me! You know me!
And yet again you won’t

If he is me and I am him
And still you do not know
Then your light is very dim!
‘Cause me I always show

You see me! You hear me!
And both you do not do
You know me! You’ve found me!
But still you have no clue
This poem was written a long time ago. I don't remember when. I wrote initially wrote it as a taunt to a friend I was messing with, but then my mother pointed out that it actually describes me quite well.
Blood Word Oct 2011
Darkness skies, blackened eyes
Heart torn shut from silent cries
Silk and wool, vicious pull
Try I to fall in the null
I live (that’s good)
I feel (that’s not)
Soul is spoiling, painful rot
Break my being!
Let go.
You not seeing
Thought so.
I scream in anger; not at you
But at your failure to see true
These screams will never see the air
Because too much for you I care.
Broken understanding
Meaning dead on landing.
My love for you is not that kind!
You thought it was; disturbed your mind.
Frightening mirror I saw in you
For mine defiled, yours like new
Drawn was I to your pure heart
Nothing else had any part.
I understand why shy you do,
For I gave wrong hints and clue.
My lines blurred,
Speech well slurred
Mistakes were mine (rest assured).
I meant to protect you
But not unaware subject you
To myself,
The broken mirror.
"Loved, Not Loved" was torn to pieces by a friend of mine who actually knows poetry, but we both agree that rules aside, it's a good poem. At least, I thought it was good. x]
This poem was written September 8, 2011.
Blood Word Oct 2011
I left you very long ago
To you, my baby, I said no.
T’was like a movie in slo-mo,
I just stood there, and I watched you go.
Now have none to watch my back
No one to fill that which I lack
No one to make me lose all track
Of time. Oh, silence doth attack.

I thought I didn’t need you
I need to clearly see through
The lies, but they were true.
I’m back to old, and broken new.
Just go. You don’t deserve me,
Though I scream, forever empty.
Never good enough. Never shall I see:
You’re my water; I’m a tree.

I draw this X upon my chest
With knife and blood and gory rest
To show what’s there: naught but void.
Your heart’s not here, and mine’s destroyed.
Don’t care if you were right or not,
My heart’s not even here to rot.
Don’t preserve it; throw away.
I don’t deserve it. Dead I stay.

Cut it out? I can no more.
You did already, blood and gore.
In madness, shoved you to the floor.
For all the ravings, I’m the *****.
No longer have angelic wings
Of yours to sooth me, nor any rings
Of promise. None of this can sing
Because I don’t have anything.

Nothing but this X upon my chest
With knife and blood and gory rest
To show what’s there: naught but void.
Your heart’s not here, and mine’s destroyed.
Don’t care if you are right or not,
My heart’s not here to rot.
Don’t preserve it; throw away.
I don’t deserve it. Dead I stay.

Yes, it really is still there.
Staring from its angry glare
Red eyes burning like a flare
It cloaks my breast, when even bare.
Funny, I didn’t feel at all,
When I cut the four-side, evil stall.
Empty spaces: chambers missing.
When skin tore, ne’er did this sting.

I rip an X upon my chest!
Forever more I’ll do this test
To show no longer have I my best
I lost it all, and gory rest.
Yes, I care that you were right
But it’s too late to save that night.
I began and ended stupid fight,
And live forever with my plight.

Stir, stir, filthy cur.
Mix it well, to be sure.
Drink it down to make all blur,
To curse me hard for losing her.

Slice, slash, petty trash.
Mark a symbol with a lash.
An X to signal monstrous crash
Infect it for eternal rash.

Jab, stab, to feel some pain
Maybe I will feel again.
Harder, faster! Make it rain!
Blood my sins and errors stain.

Mark this X upon my breast,
Deeply, cutting, hard I press.
Slicing through my dirtied chest
‘Til in the shadows I find rest.
I wrote "This X" one night when I absolutely could not sleep because of guilt I felt over removing Kaytlin from my life so thoroughly. I no longer have the scar, but I did cut the X. It is the only time I have done so.
This poem was written July 9, 2011.
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