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Flame Jan 2021
Cut, cut until I bleed,
Watch the blood flow out,
I feel
Relieved

Filled with hunger,
High with greed,
The blood is the water
And the knife is the seed

Watch, watch in silence,
Intrigued
At how the pain transforms into
An inescapable need

And now, now,
I am a fiend
Red marks all over my body,
I can tell you’re displeased

Come on, come on,
Baby please,
What else was I to do
When you ignored my screams
Påłpëbŕå Dec 2020
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You cut me

so deep

even stitches

couldn't seal

and now

words bleed

from wounds

that can't heal.
[K]
Paul Idiaghe Dec 2020
Done, ends stitched in a seam—set
to be worn over yourself.
A stain so bright, you sparkle.
Too far forward to flip. The sipper,
the straw, the soda. Bleeding ink
every blink, but still brimming.
Ripped apart like a rainbow.
A love letter to life still
in the works.

So dead you’re divine.
Only visible in the love-light.
Weird as a plant that bites
the bully, as a phlox
sprouting through sand.
Wingless like wind, fin-less
like a fluid. Lost but
listening to your own heart.
Found.
after Sylvia Plath
Moe Dec 2020
your lips are bleeding
somehow the attraction persists
a dream awoken and the realization only
makes the sunrise that much louder
exhausted like a different direction
and the destruction was intentional
starting the next part
one round in the chamber
coming and relapsing into it all
like a year ago
nothing is a song
i am pretending to walk in circles
not taking to you
calling out
no echo
it's all fabrication
the lost distance in your eyes
this is all textbook insecurity
a shared life experience
it's still hard to hear your shadow
it's  unsupportive and I'll remember the final seconds
and meaning is not important
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2020
In the same way, we bleed
Genre: One Liner
Theme: Be kind, life goes on
Corrinne Shadow Nov 2020
Two hearts bound,
Twining round
A thorny vine.
It's yours and mine.

Two hearts bleed.
My guilt, your greed.
You took away
My yesterday.

Two hearts kiss.
You longed for this.
I stood my ground.
Now we are bound.
Why are only the morbid poems natural to me? If I try to write something happy it just seems forced.
Josephine Wilea Dec 2019
When you kissed me
your soft blonde hair
chilled by the icy wind
wrapped around my infected piercing
pulled at it painfully
dislodged the scab
and made it bleed.
I said nothing
not wanting to upset you.
In turn
I threw my arms around you
and buried my face against
your shoulder
compressing the fresh cuts
lined perfectly on your arms.
You cried out
and pushed me away.
Josephine Wilea Mar 2020
soul tearing
mind bleeding
heart soaring
love.
Tell yourself the truth
Love isn’t what you need
All that make you feel hurt
Is how you made others bleed
Regrets that isn’t necessary after hurting a lot of people
River Scott Oct 2020
oh
oh how far i have
let myself go

i have forgotten
how it feels
how the words
bleed.

no more
no,
writing.

i need to express
how i feel
and i have never learned
how to be vocal

just,
writing.
its been about five years since i last wrote a poem.
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