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Cathy Devan Jul 17
She wishes she was a cave,
So she could echo back,
Her poetry,
On paper,
Or maybe leprechaun,
Could summon her writer spirit,
And she would bleed,
On paper,
Like before,
When she felt weightless,
Like paper,
And free like the wind.
©Cathy Devan
Sharon Thomas May 24
I never want to bleed again;
The way I did before.

For an unrequited love,
That was worth dying for.

The beauty of the rose;
Deceived me,
My love for it,

Thorns pierced through my skin,
With a single touch,
Making its way to my

Thorns that shot poisonous darts;
That lead straight to my heart..

"Oh the torment!"
I cried in pain;

Why was I in agony,
When all I did
was love.
Beware of *******
Wounds they give
Often beyond stitches
You will bleed
Till you die
It is so very easy
To open these veins
When love runs
Deeper than blood

Lee Aaun Mar 5
i am never gonna cry in the rain,
as i can show the world
who has hurt me and let me bleed pain
just the way you never cared
either if someone will watch you
tormenting my blood, flesh and bones
i will not stop telling my saga to those
who need courage to get out of that love
which is just a fake illusion
as souls like me deserve love whose
stars shine on the sky
you deserve more
TD Feb 24
Waxing plasma
deliquescing tallow
dipped locutions
in cutting chill.

Ardent musings
the precarious balance
undermined by
sinew and viscous silk.

Hemorrhaging illuminations
sputter metallic flavor.
Life seeps into crackling diatribe
an—ointment that peels.

Bleed your brilliance
and proclaim
real truth is light
a hand can touch
not the other way around.

I just bleed
Inspired by a deviant art picture called last flame of hope.
Alicia Moore Feb 10
Her healing smile shines bright,
yet my wound reopens in this light.
I begin to bleed,
a flow so heavy I feel my head spin...
I cannot be freed if her faux grin is not exiled.
Nylee Feb 1
Jet set
Let's leave
Leaving no trace behind
Like we never existed.

Let's escape to another world
It is not strange
If we stayed any longer
We'd bleed out
sweat, dreams and blood,
eventually like all others do.
Ruheen Jan 25
Here I am;
Guessing and
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings spill out
In front of me.

Carved my skin
A little thin
From my heart to my hands.
Then my nails dug in
A little deep.

Here I am;
In the sand,
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings make patterns
On the ground.

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