"bleeded" poems
The blushing barn barks
With bleeded hues
Gutted girders
The once held the strict structure
Now hold hollow hidey holes
For all the remaining vermin
While the festering flesh
Of the butchered beasts
Burn the sinuses of strangers
Who walk through the burnt broken building
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
I wrote to you on a paper boat
Those questions in my heart,
I wrote to you on a paper boat
It sailed fast, slow and then a stand still,
The wetness seeped in, the ink bleeded ...
I expected you to raise your head,
Reach out to rescue the boat on puddle,
Some dreams of mine, you might have saved,
The bleeded letters, you might have traced.
All my antics not withstanding,
The soaked boat slowly sank,
My eyes flitted between the boat and you,
Still hoping you will race to its rescue...
When the boat slowly sank,
The ripples died a slow death,
Your head moved in my direction,
"Phew! I am done for the day", you said.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
When ***** is in pain
***** tried not to write
With the grave thought
When
***** turned gray
With the closed eyes
In the blur of night
Till the threshold
***** bleeded words
That escaped as
T
E
A
R
S
And
T E A R S
Turned out
As an unapologetic beauty
A morbid sanity
Of eternal release
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
I followed the sickness of her mind
I followed the hopelessness in her faith
I followed her to the darkest place
I followed her into a sharp glass
I bleeded her empty dreams
I cried her noxious tears
She took me down
Buried me under her skin
Who am I?
Blinded by a feeling deep inside
Blinded by the need of perfection
Where am I?
I hear no rational words
I see no light at all
Inhaling each question to my brain
I grew danger to my soul
She painted my mind with rage
She was the ugly answer
She was my hopeless years
I'm an axe cutting all the darkness
I'm out to drift away
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
A Prologue, running
Two thousand
And six hundred days.
It spanned across him, realisation.
Of the tale that had begun
In a quiet bower of snow.
It would be the road,
Never taken with her
That is most regrettable.
A sorrow, unyielding
It bleeded till none remained
A crevasse in their lives.
Filled with years
Of substitution, illusion
Of having someone else.
Her credence in him,
Biased, she persisted.
Aphrodite incarnate.
Seeking an Ares,
Futility, forgetting her Hephaestus.
Two thousand
And six hundredth day,
Now transcending to the next.
Self inflicted desertion,
Guilt of a re-established
Trust in the "once was a stranger".
Has ever the velvet
Loosened from the wrist?
A bond tied ages ago.
Eternity stands challenged
By days finally spent
Together, as one.
A final laugh,
The Universe, it's cheeks
Straining to the limits.
They, fire and smoke
Never apart; for smoke shall
Still rise from a dead pyre.
The prologue has brought
Nought but the turn-
The arrival of their final Epilogue.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
Aching chambers
Sullen froths
The raven angers
As hope is lost
Consumed oh hallowed mind
As the feeble and broken, cried
Beneath empty boardwalks
Townsmen bleeded across
Still I find myself in gawk
As the dawn of man drew close
Reality found me encased
In an existence duly erased
"Im the only one here right?"
Says a feminine voice
It was of a lost lover
To whom I never knew.
In a plane of consciousness
Submerged in repose
I sat there, cornered, enthralled
A living dream I am in
A dream I never arose.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 6:33 AM UTC
(if Lin Manuel Miranda turned my Breakup into a Broadway Rap)
Ladies and gentlemen
Of the jury
I stand before you today
And surely
I hope that you understand
As I see
We have criminal amongst us
One who commited ****** in the first degree
A young man named Paul
Was slain in a Forrest
And as I recall
It was on the twenty-fourth of February
On a day when he was happy
And filled with merry
We have evidence to suggest he was not alone
You see
We found two cups in his car
One filled with coffee,
the other with tea
A few hours later two joggers went astray
Where they found the body all bled out
And about to decay
His heart ripped from his chest
Laying on the palm of his hand
(Defendant)
"Objection Your Honour"
(Lin)
I'll let the witness stand...
(Judge)
Does the defendant have any claims to what he states?
(Defendant)
Your honour, Mr. Paul and my client were in fact schoolmates.
Shared the same classes and friends,
there is no debate
But death was his very own ill-sighted fate.
For as I understand he knew this could happen
He knew it was a risk he'd have to take
Make no mistake
As far as I know he saw the hook
And still took the bait...
(Lin)
But your client forgot to mention
the promises that she made
She likes him
Trusts him
But, oops...she made a mistake
And in the middle of a gentle conversation sought,
Your client cuts open his chest
separating his heart
from his thought
And succeeded as it bleeded and all of his emotions retreated never to be repeated
(Serious*) Your honor SHE has murdered love!
(Judge)
How do you answer to these allegations?
(The accused)
"Guilty I am not"
(Lin)
But why are your hands still bloodstained from his heart?
Your honor we have spoken to a witness
And your Honor I Protest this,
I detest this
I will not let her play the victim
And have an innocent man to blame
For things she's done to have him framed
While his chest is wrapped with chains
Could we at least have her detained
(Defendant)
Objection!
(Judge)
Sustained!
(Lin)
Could we at least have her for questioning?
Cause the only way we'll move on is if we know
(Judge)
I'm sorry Paul...
But you'll just have to let this one go
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
She was happy and angelic
Just like a Disney princess...
Believed in an asthetic world which never existed...
Believed in people who didn't know how to love...
She celebrated each and every day with them
Gave them her heart and trust....silly!
But how could she forget...
Neither it was Disney nor she was a princess.
They hurt her with their knives of words and actions.
She bleeded everyday more and more...
But she was not a loser...as it ain't in her blood
She picked up her sword and the bruised pieces...
Put them back with the bandaids.
They thought of her as a dream...that could be broken easily,
But she is a nightmare...dressed up as a dream.
In this world of princesses,
She will be a Queen...
Now don't get near her...you'll get burned
Her heart is all black...
I saw her pretending to be happy.
But now I guess.... she is tired.
The demons that once played and made her cry
They are bowing down to her.
Even though she is all black
But I'll miss the old her...whatever she was
Atleast she was mine.
🖤
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC
(The abducing of the soul) By meself.. The abradant Heartache soo strongly felt, The pillars do melt , for they feel the abstinence thats needed. Choked, and bleeded out, Searched, lost found.Only for many to doubt..Yet its right in front of us friends, The metal ink pen spells out all on graffitied walls..Emptied stalls, where strangers do strange things..The bite of the sting makes many feel safe..Such Bemauling of faces, all races displaced. They follow what man has to offer, A downfall of bellmetal cans, They wear them, they compare them, as what they wish for comes to its end.. Books and books stacked upon mammals knowledge only to lose themselves..Can they not see, the belonging and needs that they desire are all right beside..No need for reasoning, No need to hide, for they must discover at their own will..Yet time runs short, the bountiful courts close as Mid til noon.. Blackhearted faters are doomed, For they sought the wrong theories, No coadjusting spiritually, For what they lost was foresight..The souls in all freight as dram~shops stay loose, The dragon seeks who he may desire, Hes suited in fashionable Boots.. No gantry to protect the most wonderful hearts, For they keep on looking for what the world destroys..Young girls and boy's why do you seek in emptied chests? Give god your all, Hear his call, For what you will find will not be Pleasureable..But will bring you back to the beginning, where the treasure was all along...Seek and you will not find..But SEE and your eyes will Not be blind.....
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
it was picked
it was lied
it was bleeded
its colors were converted to blood
someone shot
he did not love
as he might be white
as he might be intelorant
and wanted to vanish the Muslims
as he said," they are nothing
so they must not be anything
and he is still innocent
the flower is accused
it is the terorrist
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 3:39 AM UTC
See,
Look closer friend!!!
Doth thou see thou beauty on that masterpiece clung nailed to thy wall?
Your to close friend,
Step back....
(Its ugly) the man whispers!!!!!
No no thou seeist all wrong young one,
Look past the color and the picture!!!
All the dots refined,
As in our minds,
A heaven sits behind thy color doth thouest see!
Do not believe???
This paintings been around a many of years young lad!!!
Here,
Step back!!!
Woowwwww,
Yells the man as his screams echoe the museums hangings!!!
Yes,
Yes, now I see beyond the colors is a hidden message,
A broken heart bleeded out to make the streaks and all the form!!!
Yes I say friend!!!
You wanna know who she is?
The man asked(yes)
She's amica mea!!!!!!
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
You are my shoulder and soldier,
to live is to love you.
From you I gain happiness,
yet I experience sadness.
The rain reigns in my heart,
my sorrow is like an arrow struck in ny heart.
Hurt like a blade cut through,
I'm bleeded and wounded.
I expect too much to realize not,
you love me no more.
I became a starless night,
full of sorrow and emptiness.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
Cute simple innocent heart
which will never hurt anyone
Misfortune bombarded it and took its innocence
It was tortured
shattered into pieces
Stepped thousands times
broken million times
It has bleeded
and lost more blood it needed
My heart
only broken pieces of emotions are remaining
it was once molded with love
but later betrayed
its my heart
i love it
sometimes i want to save it
and keep it away from anybody
but it becomes vulnerable
and loneliness attack it
I tried to give it to those i trusted
but they played with it and left it dusted
i know its my heart
please tell me what to do with it
i hate to see it in tears and pain
My heart
is in a cruel world
covered by enormous darkness
i will never change it, soon or later
but i will be patient
to give it to the soul it deserves
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
I broke that middle bone
the one they call the spine
It fell apart today
while I stood in line.
I was waiting for some love,
or some appreciation
I broke my back to day
in mid frustration
while i handed my pride to you
and begged that you would keep it
Keep it clean for me,
cause later i would need it.
My back bone broke, it even might have bleeded.
and with out that stupid thing i dont think i ever would have
succeeded.
So now that my back bones gone
my spine has dissapeared
I guess i will just wither away
This is always what I've feared .
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC