#bloodied - Hello Poetry

The failure in us both runs free; Bleeding out from wounds of love, Snagged on broken bones of trust. The futile attempts in all of us.

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Jun 6, 2021

Jun 6, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC

TomLefort

Bleed Out

The failure in us both runs free; Bleeding out from wounds of love, Snagged on broken bones of trust. The futile attempts in all of us.

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you say that you, when something happens, choose fight over flight. yet. whenever I'm in trouble or sad or panicking or numb or angry or bloodied or bruised you run, you freak out, you leave, you vanish. you fly away, raven. so perching myself on this boney finger of Death's I, the crow, will caw until you return "to protect."

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Dec 3, 2020

Dec 3, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC

SatansLittleStalker

I'm not doing too well

you say that you, when something happens, choose fight over flight. yet. whenever I'm in trouble or sad or panicking or numb or angry or bloodied or bruised you run, you freak out, you leave, you vanish. you fly away, raven. so perching myself on this boney finger of Death's I, the crow, will caw until you return "to protect."

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In solitary spaces I find parts noise hid screaming simulacrum in broken cobwebs a life pending in crevices sensing chill broken concepts mantles for ruptured elements their soft core exposed casualties of bloodied past salvaged fragments society's furnace discarded singing synths waiting

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Dec 26, 2019

Dec 26, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC

eleanor-prince

a life pending

In solitary spaces I find parts noise hid screaming simulacrum in broken cobwebs a life pending in crevices sensing chill broken concepts mantles for ruptured elements their soft core exposed casualties of bloodied past salvaged fragments society's furnace discarded singing synths waiting

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I scream at her. I tell her she's ugly And too loyal, That she doesn't work hard enough. She is not enough. She is nothing. I wail at her That she is too open, Too soft, Too forgiving. That everything she gets She deserves. I scream awful tears and hit her. She shatters- I stare at my bloodied hands and broken mirror. I am nothing.

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Apr 3, 2018

Apr 3, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC

e_mcnamara

She is Nothing (Part 1)

I scream at her. I tell her she's ugly And too loyal, That she doesn't work hard enough. She is not enough. She is nothing. I wail at her That she is too open, Too soft, Too forgiving. That everything she gets She deserves. I scream awful tears and hit her. She shatters- I stare at my bloodied hands and broken mirror. I am nothing.

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Red lips White paint hides death her grace a butterflies wing life caught in her cold stare of her sting. All dressed in colours which catch the moons glare she kisses you like death kisses away the life that fades from sleep an angel with a bushido blade cuts away the bamboo which grows with haste the light fades into a full moon A butterfly hiding in a tomb with carnivorous teeth hiding a song of red bloodied despair her cold touch ice on skin catches your heart within sin The black tea ceremony of vampiric death or matrimony if she chooses you for her thrall.

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC

alienpoet

Geisha vampire

Red lips White paint hides death her grace a butterflies wing life caught in her cold stare of her sting. All dressed in colours which catch the moons glare she kisses you like death kisses away the life that fades from sleep an angel with a bushido blade cuts away the bamboo which grows with haste the light fades into a full moon A butterfly hiding in a tomb with carnivorous teeth hiding a song of red bloodied despair her cold touch ice on skin catches your heart within sin The black tea ceremony of vampiric death or matrimony if she chooses you for her thrall.

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