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
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, Blind. Thorns pierced through my skin, With a single touch, Making its way to my bloodstream. 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 ©FaerieFoxPoetry
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
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.
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.
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.
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. ~