#bleedingheart
"bleed·ing heart"
a person considered to be dangerously softhearted
feeling sorry for everything and everyone and giving in to emotions quickly.
“My heart bled today.”
Nothing new, same old routine, same old unremarkable usual thing.
They say over and over, Repetition is key. The key for what, I may never know.
Things often moving quickly halt and take on the slow.
The same people, the same faces, the same air, the same places.
I’m a person with a bleeding heart.
It’s dangerous to lead a life like mine,
Sadly you can’t escape the family bloodline.
Constantly stuck in a place between the planes.
I can’t help what’s running wild, pumping through my veins.
No rest for me. The others are already gone.
My logic quickly left along with the dawn.
My bleeding heart might just be the death of me.
I would show you I am hurting but we can’t seem to agree
I am all alone surrounded by nothing but my own suffocating thoughts.
I can’t breathe and continue to find myself at a loss.
A new beginning. The strong will live, the weak will die.
It’s tattooed into the minds of the people in the city as a nearby excuse for people like me.
Yes, there are others, but they are far out of reach, conveniently unavailable.
The rest of us have been wiped out and deemed unfavorable.
What am I?
Just an unnoticed vessel of the human soul
and all of it’s dangerously soft-hearted mannerisms.
I have a bleeding heart. I do not deny.
Left alone for the beasts to tear apart.
But I cannot help but look to the sky.
I despise my nature, my being even,
Curse my benignant soul,
And my lack of self control
What’s left for me in this cruel world?
Run by unintellectual imbeciles running off their own flawed reasoning
A divergent past, lies in ruins which was once filled with memories and happy experiences,
I was once just a kid lost in her own place, drowning and begging for help but no one came.
Perhaps, I’m not as much of a person with a bleeding heart as I possibly could be.
Perhaps, the legacy I leave behind will be nothing but a life of running away.
Perhaps my bleeding heart only bleeds in contrast to the reality around me.
“Because it is mine, it will always bleed”.
I am stuck in this life of heartache and unwelcome spilled blood, but it will be alright.
Because I won’t give up, not until I succeed.
I will make it one day, even if there is no destination, I’ll go just to see the sights.
Bleeding heart and all, I will fight the war, not backing down, but disappearing at midnight.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
If I could go back to the day we first met, I would have done something different that day.
I could have stayed home,and nursed back my voice. Remember things I hardly could say?.
My goals and my dreams would have stayed my main focus because I'd never left town.
By falling in love,the world I had known,changed me so much I have drowned.
The tears and the pain cut me so deep I thought my soul would curl up and die.
How could a love that I wanted so bad,make me question myself inside?
Was my love not enough? Didn't I give you all that I had,and more?
You were the one in my heart I felt held the most promise. We had forever in store.
The telltale signs that something was wrong,my gut told me you drifted away. Nothing was wrong,you said I worried too much. Your intentions towards me hadn't changed.
I can no longer ignore,or deny it, my love because you mean the world to me.
If I could go back to the day we first met, I'd take back that one day,you see.
If there is some reason, a lesson to be learned,I think that maybe its this;
love needs to be nurtured and cared for,not taken for granted like memories fading because they have no reason to exsist.
Randy McPeek
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
You are my ruin
And still,I beg
To be broken again
By your touch.
So I wait ,
Like ruins do
Quiet
Bleeding
Beautiful
Still hoping
You'll come back
And break me again.
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC
Maybe I'll clean up my act, just to be good. It did give Shaun the chance to look deeply and most mournfully (nicely empathetic) into my eyes once upon a time ages ago...
(sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXIX)
I'll wear my heart upon this sleeve in pale
Excuse as oft as suits my fancy, whence
Ye all kin chide to no avail from hence,
Whiles I rebuff aught notions in betrayl
Of better sense, cuz nothing here is bail.
Or if some fragile thought seems vague defense,
Tis vanquished ere I've managed to gain thence
A foothold, and I'll be thus stripped and frail.
Ah, love. Do thou but tempt me with the poor
Suggestion, ye kin laugh 'til ye are blue,
I'm prey, tears dried until tis proven fer
Whatever that twas aye, a jest. I'll rue
Me folly, cherry-cheeked, and pray whiles your
Much wiser sense erm, coughs. And yes, I knew.
20Oct16
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
I hear you whispering to me
it's alright my child
I know you want this to be over
I am right here
I will always be right here
don't give up you hear me?
As long as you can still grasp a breath
you fight
You breathe...so keep breathing.
Your body...your soul
may be fighting you
It is older and has taken
on many troubles and trauma
but your spirit needs to stay
you have important work still to do here
As they press on your throat
Trying to check the last bit of air
the Red tail Hawks Circle in the sky
we are here
Do not be afraid
You were born with white blood
The ones who have dark blood
are angry that it is
still running through their veins
are afraid of you
Your light is so bright
they fear getting burned
Time may not be on your side
But you will know when the time is right
you are the silvertip grizzly bear
who smells from many miles away
who will rip flesh with your mighty
claws in seeming anger
His smell
seven times stronger than the Bloodhound
your nose is a time traveler
while they see someone's name
carved in
a heart in the tree they will know
this person loves someone else
you know who made the carving
what was on the soles of their feet
what direction they walked in
And to stay away if they are dangerous
little Portia...jumping spider
you can see in four dimensions
Opening Our Eyes to history
as ancient Greek statues were painted
not white
your evolutionary camouflage
is useless against the death machine
the black Emperor Scorpion
which to you glows in a bright blue green
you are also like the monarch butterfly
waking from sleep cocooned
living only a few months
migration that spans Generations
born knowing exactly how to get to their
greatest grandfathers home
who left six months ago
not told by your Mother
You are the beautiful white bleeding heart
that I planted outside your door
you didn't know where it came from
It will provide you ease from your pain
and calm your nerves
you must extract this from the root
It all feels very important
To speak the truth
to get it all down
It feels like it might be too late
but it is not
just remember to keep breathing
As long as you have a breath
as long as you can grasp a breath
you breathe
keep fighting
I am here
I am with you
I will always be here.
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
I guess I fell for you
because you made my heart jump
long after the Time of Death was pronounced.
You invaded my numbness
after I'd promised myself to apathy.
But a broken promise never was any good
for building a foundation
anyway.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
He always felt the pressure, with eyes
that weighed life only through the mind;
though not too strong or sardonic; he
listened closely to her apologies to others
for life’s unrelenting random decisions;
but dead still fatalism was the only
logic that he allowed to approach
He should have known, her languid eyes
weighed life only through the heart;
though not so delicate, nor sympathies
hopelessly buried in allegory, she
laid the dead pennies upon his eyes
while blood became clear because she
said so
But she knew how to laugh, it was
as close as she would come to pretending
she didn’t care so much; it was because
of days spent drowning in her own futile
black and white world; seeing life only in
the light of kindness and the darkness of
shadows begging to lift their veil
He laughed but only in the past; he spent
more time asking what difference does
any of it make; she smiled patiently, if
there was anything she loved about him
it was that what he denied of himself
screamed in agony alone at night because
he knew he was the same as she was
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
another restless night in lasting pains
needles against skin as my soul wanes
tearing my body up in every way
reaching hands closing to pray
trying to escape the anguish from within
doubt ringing don’t know how to begin
desperate for a release with a frail breath
thinking of anything better than death
heavy stones in my throat hold me down
turning me from inside hoping I’d drown
draped by the sheets I slowly disappear
drenched in the tremors that I wear
chained to the bed as thoughts erase me
wailing anguish that tries to replace me
searing me up claiming the room in mists
stings of affliction as my mind twists
a reminder of the darkness feeding
deep cuts of the heart bleeding
blood stains blending with my tears
as I let out a cry no one hears
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:41 PM UTC
Siento un vacío en el corazón.
¿Y si lo arranco?
¿Dejará de sentirse?
No...
No debería intentarlo,
me moriré.
No lo puedo llenar con ninguna emoción.
Creo que estoy perdido.
Siento un vacío en el corazón.
¿Y si lo regalo?
No…
Sería un alma muerta,
un cuerpo sin sentido.
Quisiera estar acostado
sobre un suelo blanco,
ver cómo me desangro
y se tiñe de rojo.
Pero no…
Tengo que seguir viviendo.
¿Algún día dejaré de estar así?
-S.F
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
I'm the one who bleeds herself
Just to live a life of bliss.
But my life is a complete mess.
I live here fantasizing about warmth, so I let myself burn in the fire of affection.
And here, my heart turns to ashes.
How does it feel to have the biggest scar?
Yes, my scar is the scar of love,
Which haunts my mind.
And your words are like knives that stab my heart,
Forming scars that make my heart bleed.
But I'm the kind who clings to the same knives that make me bleed.
My heart has bled so much that the ocean within it has turned red.
But my love is like the ocean, so deep.
Where I drown myself, surrendering to the depths gladly.
Stab me with your love, and I am still ready to hurt my bleeding heart, even if it takes my life.
And I'll be blessed, just to be stabbed by your knife of love.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC