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"bleeder" poems
Once, when I was just a little girl, I think it was my ankle, I hurt it one way or another- Kids will be kids, they say- So I told my Daddy. Well the best advice he had was, “Just hurt something else- it’ll hurt less that way.” It was never an injury In their eyes Unless it was a Bleeder. Once, when I was just a little girl, Mommy was soo sad after having Her little baby boys- They call it ‘postpartum depression’ But I’ve always considered it regret and Even now, I still wonder, If they ever wanted me. I guess that’s the damage inflicted By knowing that your siblings Were all mistakes. Once, when I was just a little girl, Mommy would get these Horrible headaches So I choose silence- I choose silence a long time ago- And I haven’t found my voice since. Once, when I was just a little girl, Mommy and Daddy turned our house Into a war zone- Coming home was like an active tour of duty. Two super powers constantly at ends- Well, as you can imagine, There was collateral damage, And I can still see it in my brother’s eyes Whenever Mommy raises her voice Or a door slams a little too hard. Once, when I was just a little girl, I read a poem at school About killing myself. It’s funny that some other kids mom Cared more than mine For my wellbeing. Because I still sport battle scars And they’ve asked And still did nothing Even when I lied Right to their faces. Well, Once, when I was just a little girl, My big brother died And so did everything good In the world.
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
When I Was a Little Girl
Once, when I was just a little girl, I think it was my ankle, I hurt it one way or another- Kids will be kids, they say- So I told my Daddy. Well the best advice he had was, “Just hurt something else- it’ll hurt less that way.” It was never an injury In their eyes Unless it was a Bleeder. Once, when I was just a little girl, Mommy was soo sad after having Her little baby boys- They call it ‘postpartum depression’ But I’ve always considered it regret and Even now, I still wonder, If they ever wanted me. I guess that’s the damage inflicted By knowing that your siblings Were all mistakes. Once, when I was just a little girl, Mommy would get these Horrible headaches So I choose silence- I choose silence a long time ago- And I haven’t found my voice since. Once, when I was just a little girl, Mommy and Daddy turned our house Into a war zone- Coming home was like an active tour of duty. Two super powers constantly at ends- Well, as you can imagine, There was collateral damage, And I can still see it in my brother’s eyes Whenever Mommy raises her voice Or a door slams a little too hard. Once, when I was just a little girl, I read a poem at school About killing myself. It’s funny that some other kids mom Cared more than mine For my wellbeing. Because I still sport battle scars And they’ve asked And still did nothing Even when I lied Right to their faces. Well, Once, when I was just a little girl, My big brother died And so did everything good In the world.
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mommy I was born with the taste of blood in my mouth tired from the moment i touched your arms from fighting the fact that i already knew i wouldn’t live to their expectations i was raised with a fist made with steel that came down on me in waves mommy please i told you i was tired from the fight mommy dearest you are a fire bleeder a destroyer of all the things i held close i just want to sleep mommy please
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Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
mommy issues
We knew limited evil. We base-valued desirable evil. We unharness a nice, obedient, satan-tail. She was fresh. A raw, vile, unwashed beast. A love-lorn evil bear. She ate you so loud -Idle Wrath —————————————————————————————————— Would you believe, I can’t lie? She was a runner. I was a bleeder. She ran fast. She was a love I’ll never know. She was a debutante. she was vaudeville. I don’t believe I’m losing it. -Wild Heart
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Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 3:07 PM UTC
Sincere Afterthought (Anagram #5)
I haven’t got a heart of gold, Gold is too soft and beautiful. The world sinks its teeth into gold And leaves a bite mark for every hungry mouth And I haven’t enough surface area to accommodate them all. I have a heart of silver. Let the wolves bite into that, Let it stick in their teeth. They will not break the skin. The don’t deserve to see my blood, My silver dragon’s blood, Running down my head and chest, Dripping and pooling in the darkness, Shining and reflective Like a thousand little moons And worlds made of moons. No, let them trade in gold. My heart is ugly enough to survive And beautiful enough to live. They will not steal my blood to spend, The will let it pool and lie As unattainable stars lay in the sky. If any other silver bleeder comes to claim me, Let me be his and he mine. If any blue-veined miner puts away his pick And loves me without claim, Let him be mine, I will not hurt him. But if, God forbid, there is yet a man Who bleeds gold and loves me for my blood, I will love him to the reaches of my sky - I will spend myself on him to the last cent - For that is a claim that cannot be paid, It is a love that would destroy me.
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May 19, 2011
May 19, 2011 at 7:57 PM UTC
Ore in the Veins
~ *I cast my net                   into the tributary and release into you, a seasonal swim, I give to you a mother's color,         as you recite         infant hymns,                     you're a bleeder on the days sunfire meters out its origin,                     you're my river free and clear from the grip       of anchorage,                          my river, drifted on to wherever                        moon wishes glister* ~
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Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 3:09 PM UTC
The Scarlet Thing in You
Hey folks, Formula one is coming’ to our city, Salute, it’s a hard track, drivers say’ what a pity, Only best survive, others can’t make it…’ really, Hey you, in Baku Circuit, you shouldn’t drive silly. Baku race is cold shower; each turn is drama, Drivers try faster; no accident is in agenda, First turns are shocker, Williams is out of strada, The show is not over, Force India is an addenda. Ferrari goes hard core, there is no place for a bore, It pushes the brakes hard, why to speed up for?, Whoever rushes badly, finds itself on the floor, You wanted to take this track??, go to the next door. Bulls are chasing, fighting for the fourth place, They are friendly mates, well, that is not the case, Sector one turn is here, Max do not leave any space, Adventure is done for the race, Bulls are red in a face. The Last laps on horison, Bottas is a leader, His speed is excellent, Hami’s heart is bleeder, Drama is not over; debris is an absolute killer, Bottas is out of race, Hami is a surprise winner. Baku city circuit is the best track of all times, Fans are blessed with fun,… and adventure’ in each glance Baku is a mystery, do not try to forecast, Formula’s best drivers may find themselves on the grass,
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
Baku City Drama
Love is a concept known to be red in hue; an idea which fully maturated when I bled for you.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
Bleeder
Momma was a bleeder ***** on the stairs outside the complex Mainstays all unraveled mildewed and rotting on the concrete decks Her ceaseless curtain calls belied the prescriptions for falling down She was a butterfly hurricane comin’ from the coast makin’ eddies swirl sanguine pools Even Kruger wasn’t dumb enough to jump in her grey-outs the guy simply walked away
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Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
Travis Coates Ate Bambi's Young with a Nice Chianti
Tell your leader I am deranged, Sick with fever And out of range. Tell my lover That life has changed And, undercover, We are estranged. Tell your neighbor I am afraid, I cannot stay for The coming raid. Tell your leader I'm just a man, A fellow bleeder. Because you can.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
Tell Tale
I was bumming around Halifax town, it was dusk, or there about. Getting cold and in need of shelter, I entered an old abandon apartment that was toasted to in the worst of ways. All to make room for progress. There scrawled on what would have been the living room wall... The words written in blood, the funniest thing, it read... 'Dyslexic's of the World.. Untie' I knew I was home for the night, no big deal, if the bleeder came back at least he had a sense of humour.
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Halifax Town
I thought you hung the moon in night skies, Polishing the stars on my skin, A welkin soul a rose loves rain In the sacred grove immortal chestnuts scattered at your base, O rapture of hearts thirsty, lucid you proclaimed nectar redder wines, Bitter was his blood weeping wine from branches high Every rose word shed immortal tears, intoxicated I lay upon his soil, Madness sweet devotion yearned in my bitter blood wine, O dismay such tears did rain Seared my flesh naked, stabbed stupid with thorns, Whitherward I was to vanish once more, a parched rose, O’er perfumed mounds his children breathe Talent he mused, mental is the artistic bleeder, Born in one single nights kiss, Bitten you swallowed thy stars, his throaty laugh Drown you clever ***** in amaranthine dreams, He rode through my soul filled veins, Repulsed as I sin, umbriferous from loves bright sun Learn he played, his song be bound in mortal pain, Live thee without thy rain, A statue weeps rosy wine, ~ For Judas dances in bleeding rain ~ © Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet N 2014
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
A Rose In Rain
a white white round witch ice witch ice white round which witch white ice a black bleeding bleeder bleeding flat black and bleeding bleeds black and blackening flat a white ice witch bleeds flat round black
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
white ice / blood flat
Ok, doll eyes Don't get all worried I'm a nobody Just a fly upon the wall I have a face with only Forgetful features I'm a one night stand Just some guy bumming smokes off fate I never jump right in I just circle the water Testing it for ph levels Testing for temperature I stand up shaking the dripping thermometer "Yeah go on in the waters fine" I would rather be in the corner getting drunk alone Watching God and the devil at war Just an eye Watching the goings on I won't say that maybe I test fate Ok...I always do Running off at the mouth Saying too much Listening too little I don't sit there and watch the devil fight God I jump in and lay into God's jaw Breaking a chair on the devils groin I'm a bleeder A scrapper A lover A Mystic A drunk A scientist A wizard A thief A warden A friend I just want to be everything for you I can be all the right things I can be all the right times I can take a hint Or leave it One time I asked to pass on who wants to be a millionare :.........on the one million dollar question So here is your one million dollar question In riddle  form: What has two blue eyes That see only good Two white hands That only show love And one beating heart that wants nothing more than to tell you the truth
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Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
At War with the Mystics
The seeker the loner the lover the keeper The thrower the catcher the leaper The believer the stoner the beater The busser the cleaner the waiter The water the sinker the caster the bleeder The runner the stunner the teacher the preacher The heater the steeper the meeker the feature the Sliding the slipping and sloshing and Crawling and creeping and cutting and kissing Dishing and wining and dining and hissing Looking and seeing believing and breeding Heaving mashing heaping seeding Feeding flooding fretting keeping Shining a lining flowing and flipping Tripping sipping showing shipping Beating the beat of the poem of the people
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
The beat of the crowd
((There is so much)) I feel like a flame in a freezer ((I want to touch)) Hurry, hurry, she's a bleeder
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
Freezer Flame
Ten in the morning at the table without you, still waiting for recognition, but you're gone. It's the same **** on a different day, and I know you'll be back tomorrow screaming you were wrong. You left me as a burning flame, saying not a word. I heard those ******* keys fumble as you rushed out of the door. I'm not a ******* puppet, I don't have any strings. I'd like to hear you tell me you've heard a puppet sing. No, I'm not Cinderella, I'm not wearing any rags. I certainly don't clean the floors for some ungrateful hags. I'm not a tiny trinket that you can just abuse. I'm a ******* human that you really shouldn't use. No, you never loved me you said that so yourself. You just keep me as a toy that you can put upon a shelf. And now here you are, right outside my door in a drunken stupour, struggling with the lock. But the door was left wide open at a dark hour on the clock. I'm not ******* perfect but you're just so much worse. You argue with me ******** like I'm a ********* curse. You don't ******* love me, that's exactly what you said. You'd love to see me choking. You'd love to see me dead. Your words are like a knife stabbing through my heart, but it's your ******* fault that you used me from the start. You're a pretty bleeder, dear. Your head is on my floor. You shouldn't have ever left me or closed that ******* door.
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
Goddess of Death
She was one from the outer lands with a myriad of creatures at her command her voice could cut and stripe that venus, that leader bleeder She could vent passion like a solar flare yet she looked so **** in her underwear my sweet monster from outer space sweet leader bleeder, no one could take her place Her talented beauty her manipulations a living art she comes from the same place as myself she is a true leader bleeder of the dark If I had less time I would truly finish this rhyme but I'm a leader bleeder too so really in all honesty, just love you By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
Leader Bleeder
This lonely girl in the push up bra Her blood stains on the bathroom walls If you look at her and grab her eye She plays for keeps, yet she is meek Close your eye’s when you kiss her She’ll scar you with her sarcastic gleam She’ll lick your heart just to be tasten She’ll take your money that’s her taken She softly says goodbye, I’ll see you later The shock waves she gave, keeps you shaken This girl you used is a professional bleeder She hurts from within and is always faking
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
Lonely Girl
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
This is the land of hello PoEtRyYyYyYY.........
Too lonely tonight. To bow out of the fight. See how close you've come to death? Discover what you've lost and what you (have) left. These things don’t happen everyday When you realize how far you have to fall. Out there all alone. To stay or to go home. Don’t forget to find a place to soften your soul. Do what you should. Do you what you’re told. These things don’t happen everyday When you realize how far you have to fall. Not enough. Was it really that tough? Opening scars you don’t want to heal. To expel pain you try but cannot feel, These things don’t happen everyday When you realize how far you have to fall. Found the door. You know what you said this was for? Emptiness I can feed her. It’s OK you've always been a bleeder. These things seem to happen everyday When you realize how far you have to fall.
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
Everyday
Strange, there is a shadow cross the graveyard, And they gaze wistfully back to me. In their hands a sparkling poem, Bleeder of flesh and life alike. He rounds the headstone draped in sable, His pace matched by the lines I sowed, Kneels among the dirt and mourners, Leans forward embracing me, melancholy. Whispers sweet nothings and forlorn promises, Buried together under the Earth. Her kiss so lone, condemned her tears. And she departs, hastily as the blood fell. Slowly as the dark became null.
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Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC
Overcast Afterword
I come not for the joyful, Who have a song to sing. And I am not the kind Who will leave you smiling. Rather, I'm the kind of singer Who looks to pierce you to the core. I'm probably not who you're looking for- I'm a heavy kinda soul Cause I'm a bleeder, And I'm a dreamer I wear my heart out on my ragged sleeve- I'm a heavy kinda soul. Happiness just ain't my thing, And peace is always far away Smiles are as rare as a desert breeze, Cause I'm a heavy kinda soul. I don't want to entertain you I want to touch your heart. I am the voice for the broken, Hiding in the dark. Maybe the only other one Who understands the Darker Road- Cause I'm a heavy kinda soul. Cause I'm a bleeder, And I'm a dreamer I wear my heart out on my ragged sleeve- I'm a heavy kinda soul. Happiness just ain't my thing, And peace is always far away Smiles are as rare as a desert breeze, Cause I'm a heavy kinda soul. If you hear me, Would please weep too? Would you let me know that I'm not alone? I want to give the broken, a song they can call their own, But I'm so broken too. Cause I'm a heavy kind of soul.
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
Heavy Kind of Soul
I tried talking online, I tried breaking my spine, I tried eating like a swine, I tried waiting for a sign, I just want you to be mine. I tried finding a girl, I tried jumping in life's swirl, I jump further the more I sink, I feel scared but don't even blink, I like milky skin, with accents of pink, I tried connecting but can't find a link. I know what I want but I probably don't, I think I'm sick but can't find an antidote, I wanna jump in front of a car on a busy road, I should but right now I'm tasting some self-loathe. Besides, I'm writing this, You should be here, you don't know what I miss, The last one, to end the night, Please stay with me, for I feel so much fright, And I feel like I'm blessed with blight, Yes you, you wonderful reader, You probably are, also a bleeder. Please love me.
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
You, yeah you. You there?
Fallen angel, I can wait an eternity like this, cut to the bone, I have flayed myself. See the red blood flow, my heart chopped into tiny pieces. I want to kiss you, feel the heat emanating from your lips cut open.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
Bleeder