i bleed poetry: Poems

15.4k · Aug 2018

Garden

i bleed poetry Aug 2018

Garden

I am my own garden
Wildflowers grow on me

But he came along,
He didn't dig holes but graves
Then you came along,
You didn't plant a single kind but plenty

I let you water my plants
But as they begin to sprout
You drowned and burried them
Under the graves he made

I am my own garden and
I will start digging holes

I am my own garden and
I will start planting seeds

I am my own garden and
I will not expect anyone
to water my flowers for me

#garden #flowers #selflove

1.2k · Aug 2018

I am Art

i bleed poetry Aug 2018

I am Art

I'm born into this world
like a clean board of canvass,
I didn't know who will I love
I didn't know who am I going to be.
As I grow up,
my misery, my pain, and my scars
are turning into colors,
colors that i am now using
to paint the canvas of my own.

I am making my own poem collection called I Bleed Poetry and i feel like this is the poem that kind of summarises the entire collection. :D

#art #colors #passion #pain #paint #misery

1.2k · Dec 2018

.........

i bleed poetry Dec 2018

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Right person at the wrong time?
But maybe there isn't a wrong time
If it's the right person

#love #loss #acceptance

783 · Jan 2019

Constant change

i bleed poetry Jan 2019

Constant change

Your bliss turns to blues.
You're in the bottom
but now you know
your only way is up.

Your warmth turns to drought.
You can pour gasoline
in the dying fire inside of you
to feel warm again.

Your love turns to lost.
You may have lost in love
but in the first place,
you found it.

They say, the only thing
that is constant is change.
But can bliss, warmth, and love
be constant........ for a change?

sorry if my flow is kinda ~c h a o t i c~ my thoughts are scattered while writing this.

i love how writing for me is like an equivalent of screaming your lungs out on top of the building, or it could be like drinking a cup of tea.

#constant #change #bliss #blues #warmth #drought #love #lost #healing

655 · Apr 2018

Ache

i bleed poetry Apr 2018

Ache

You took my heart
and threw it on the floor
You stepped on it, you broke it
and used the sharp edges
to cut my flesh in the shape of your name
Still it wasn't enough,
You poured salt on my open wounds,
spit on my scars and left

I've given someone many chances even if they never asked for it~ chances for them to prove that they are worthy but they just kept proving me otherwise.

#heart #broke #flesh #sharp #wounds #salt #sad #ache #pain #heal

620 · Mar 2018

Vulnerable

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

544 · Mar 2018

CLOUDS

i bleed poetry Mar 2018

CLOUDS

3 past midnight and the clouds are heavy
my mind is clouded with unwanted thoughts
which makes my heart cold and weary
I sip red wine
For it sends warmth to my body
I fill my lungs with clouds
For it brings calm to my stormy sea

I'm new here and i'm into writing short poetry :) hope you enjoy what i share!

#clouds #smoke #wine #sadness #calm

515 · Mar 2018

Wildflower

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

469 · Apr 2018

With so much love to give

i bleed poetry Apr 2018

With so much love to give

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

467 · Mar 2018

"What is it like?"

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

430 · Mar 2018

Warrior

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

357 · Apr 2018

Wasted Night

i bleed poetry Apr 2018

Wasted Night

I shove another pill down my throat
And drink it down with wine

It makes my head fuzzy
And my face warm

But it will make me sleep more
and think of you less

Because you, my dear,
made several nights cry with me

For that night was young
and i thought it was ours

Another sad poem, i need to write my feelings down before they choke me =)

#night #sad #wine #love #feelings

349 · Jul 2018

Let me go

i bleed poetry Jul 2018

Let me go

Just when i thought
im near the end of the tunnel
You pull me back and
get me spiraling in the darkness

Just when i thought
im near the shore
You drag me under and
drown me anytime you pleases

Just when I thought
i build my walls thicker
and stronger, once again
You blow it to the ground
and turn it into ashes

Havent written anything in so long, been focusing making art.

But i honestly thought ive recovered and already living my best life, i can feel myself spiraling again and i feel like im back to square one. All my progress, gone? I had to triple the dose of my sedative hoping my anxiety and negative feelings will just go away when i sleep it off. Worst is im not sure why im feeling like this again when i thought im feeling so much better.

Sorry for the long note: i had to let it out.

All the love, gen.

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