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annh Nov 2020
π™Έπš—πš” πš‹πš•πšŽπšŽπšπšœ 𝚊𝚜 πšπšžπš›πš’ πšŒπš˜πšžπš›πšœπšŽπšœ,
π™·πšŠπš•πš-𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 πš πš˜πš›πšπšœ πš‘πšžπš›πš•πšŽπš
π™Ώπš˜πš˜πš›πš•πš’ 𝚊𝚝 πš‘πš˜πš—πšŽπšœπš πš™πšŠπšπšŽπšœ;
π™°πš— πšŽπš‘πšœπšŠπš—πšπšžπš’πš—πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš™πš’πš›πš’πš.


πš‚πšŒπš˜πš›πš— πš›πš’πšπšŽπšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πšπšŠπšŒπš‘πšŽβ€™πšœ πš›πšŽπšœπšŒπšžπšŽ, πšπšŽπš—πš’πšŠπš• πš’πš— πššπšžπš’πšŒπš” πš™πšžπš›πšœπšžπš’πš.
β€˜She was fury, she was wrath, she was vengeance.’
- Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows
A writer that's
sincere with
words, A broken
heart that bleeds,
Yet beauty flows
from the ink,
from a gentle & kind
soul indeed, for it is
the kind ones that bleed.
~SacredInkedBlood Β©2020
@Author Ven J. Arnold
I believe this is true for those writers that hurt and bleed are the kindest souls.
Leah Jan 2020
cutting my finger and it hurts
breaking a bone and it hurts
hitting my head and it hurts
you refuse to love me and it bleeds
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2019
My heart is made of delicate glass
Understand that it breaks easily
The tiniest obstacles in my path
Freeze my heartbeat temporarily

Other times it feels as if
It has not yet pumped blood at all
Like red waves building up dammed in
Cannot push through my scarred heart's wall

Sometimes it is so full it bursts
Overflowing love right out of my chest
But that bliss also means when it bleeds it hurts
Great joy comes with proportionate unhappiness
Yes I stole the title from Blondies #1 hit
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Just when she thought she could
finally rest, she finds now she
must help conquer his
demons. Ones who
have plagued him
since birth
but for him,
she's more than willing
to give up all of who she is
to save him. Perhaps, her heart is too
big. For it bleeds for those touched
by pain.

If all is fair in love,
this means war
This is a poem for someone I know. Shes too kind for her own good, too caring too. Even when people tell her that she can't save them all.
Her latest relationship is a toxic one. Everyone seems to see and tell her but she won't listen. Theres only so much one can do....
Be back soon.
Lyn x
Sabila Siddiqui Mar 2018
I don't know what it is to
live a balanced life.
For I tear at the seams,
and live in extremes.

When happiness embraces me,
I do not smile
But become the sun;
that glows, shine and gleams.

When sadness enwraps me
I don't drizzle, I rain
I become the hurricane of blue,
the abyss of the starless sky;
I become the void.

When anger smolders me;
I don't yell, I burn out my sanity
I become the boiling blood
and the explosion of heat.

When loss deprives me
I do not grieve, I do not tarnish
I break, shatter and tear
I become the heart that does not beat but bleeds.
I become the wailing wind that breezes through the cypress trees.

I am either cold like Vinson Massif
or soft like a marshmallow
For I am the one who experiences no in between.
TD Feb 2018
trapped in the tension stoked
by warmongers
existing in cages.

A violent history
conquerors unbind
their twisted sails.
Thrashing arms
knot the chains.

Lost in a manifesto
to change.
Once yar with bounties
from the far and away.

Overcome they’ve tossed their lily petals into the pressing foamβ€”
to watch churlish eyes expand.
A global reckoning implodes.

Diego and poor Frida
peer deeply in
their brush strokes ripe with liquid passion.

(Jaded like the pouting mouth
of one promiscuous glance too many.)

The rouge bleeds
rivulets along a canvas edge
framed by illicit
Star BG Jan 2018
She bleeds on me
with her negative flowing jargon
that attaches like plague.

Words that dishonor my very soul.
Red corpuscles from heart
try to disintegrate its power
as blood melts into me
robbing me from life energy.

Ego jumps in
supporting her disease of thoughts
as I determined to survive reach for truth.

Positive words to bath in
and wash blood away.

Truths that say,
I am a smart, precious,
gifted and
deserving to be free

Free from the disease of my mothers blindness.
inspired by branded glaciers GE   Thank You
Pleas NOTE  I still love my mother. She helped me heal past life stuff and made me strong. There is NOTHING I would not do for her at her age of 91.
But it is important to get out to let scab form and not get opened again.
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