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Bleed! My poet...
Again I say, BLEED!

Let your blood be posted!
Can't you feel the need?

Let the world know your angst!
Let the world know your mind!
Let the world know your joy!
Let the rhythm know your rhyme!

Bleed! My poet...
Again I say BLEED!

Without blood the flesh dies!
Are you dead... indeed?


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
I see a great many poets posting more
REAL work. Getting down to brass tacks.
That's a great thing to see!

There is nothing wrong with
"Feel good" and nature poetry.
But sometimes the very poets who
Write it are dying inside!

We inhale words and our
Surroundings. The catharsis comes
In our lungs, the mind/soul/spirit.
These very lungs oxygenate the
Thing that keeps us alive... Poetry!
We HAVE to bleed!!!

(better read than dead)!!!!
 Sep 2014 Katlyn Orthman
amrutha
Would you blame the stars for burning?
Would you blame the ocean if you drowned?
Would you get mad at the clouds for being so high?
Would you blame me for walking into a forest fire?
We were soaked in rain water
    Cemented to the ground
                              -----
         We couldn't say goodbye
                              -----
 A forest was shaking around us    
The wind howling louder than beasts
                              -----
              Yet there we stood
                              -----
Our eyes showed the tempest
    The unavoidable storm
Our parting was something pulled right out of a movie....unfreakinbelieveable
I'm not afraid
that others won't forgive me
but I am afraid that
I won't forgive myself
-How can others forgive a deed they don't know have happened?
Lend me your smile,
stay here awhile,
don't ever defile
this embrace.

Capture my kiss,
The world is amiss,
Sunsets of missing
your face.

Beauty inside,
your laughter a ride,
hands coincide,
Possessive, and rough.

Awestruck, but scared,
Pricked, but repaired
The needle, she cared
I wasn't enough.

Sick with stronghold,
a promise so bold
someday, we'd grow old,
without interruption.

The voice in my ear,
no words, no tears,
your fragrance--not here,
her final consumption.

Time wanderer,
Life ponders,
Love fonder
but lost.

Since your goodbye,
no alibi,
plagued by
mental holocaust.
This poem is dedicated to the love I lost and will never get back to the love I exchanged for so much. I love you James Edmond and will never forget you baby. Today I am almost a year clean, and you would be so proud. I miss your scent of happiness and your smile of ecstasy.
I  write because I want to shout

And yet I cannot speak

I want to tell some things in me

But I feel I am weak



I write because I want to open

To make all things so clear

I do not know if one will find

The same sounds that I hear



I write because I want to share

The gift that now I keep

To some it maybe ordinary

But  to others it  could be steep



I want to write, I want to shout

I want to open and share

I want to reveal, I want to help

To show that I love and care…
Just a writing exercise...
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