i bleed poetry

Apr 2018

Bee

hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.

#haiku #personal #hell #love

i bleed poetry Apr 2018

With my deep eyes
I've been looking in you
the love that i need,
the love that you cannot give.
With my strong soul
I'd still intertwined
my fingers with yours,
Even if it means
i'd hold flowers with thorns.
With a big and fragile heart
You broke it, yet most parts remain
intact to heal myself again.

The greatest thing about having so much love to give is that, you will never run out of it.. even if you gave it to the wrong person, or to someone who doesnt even want it.
You will never run out of love for yourself too and for everyone around you. :) just keep spreading love, the world needs it. ♡

#love #heal #blood #soul #thorns #flowers #fragile

i bleed poetry Mar 2018

Wildflower

Wildflowers get picked up and stepped on,
But a new one will always blossom.
Wildflowers can grow everywhere
But few people can notice their beauty
Wildflowers can grow anywhere
And they chose to grow inside of her.

#wild #flower #beauty #woman #blossom

i bleed poetry Mar 2018

"What is it like?"

It's like a mold eating up your insides
Poisoning your blood and your brains
It's like a seed growing in your stomach
Growing its roots and veins
It's like your own shadow
Always behind you
but it grows bigger and bigger
Until it consumes you

Im open about my mental illness cos i believe it'll help people to be more understanding of whats going on in our heads and how it makes us feel. :--)
I also considered writing and drawing as a huge part of my recovery.

#sad #feeling #healing #recovery

i bleed poetry Mar 2018

Warrior

I am a prisoner of my own mind
The light at the end of the tunnel is difficult to find
I battle with my own demons
Numb to my sensations
I battle with the use of creating
Instead of destroying
I am a warrior
A warrior who uses
words and colors as my armor.

#demons #sadness #warrior #strong #art

i bleed poetry Mar 2018

Vulnerable

Her heart is made of aluminium glass
Yet a slip can break it into pieces
Her soul is painted with beautiful colors
yet she still doesn't know who she is
Her body is made of stone
Yet a wind can turn her into ashes

it's okay to feel vulnerable, it's okay to feel sad things... it's what's making us humans. :)

#soft #emotional #strong #sad