Bleeding Out
Breathing liquid, warm & red. Tears & blood shed. Bled into the earth. Thriving & thieving of the hurt. Bleeding life back into the dirt. Lifting the suns rays dusk till dawn.
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Breathing liquid, warm & red. Tears & blood shed. Bled into the earth. Thriving & thieving of the hurt. Bleeding life back into the dirt. Lifting the suns rays dusk till dawn.
Silvery ghosts hang still in the air, Standing in silence, empty stares, Forgotten in life and now in death, So cold, without pulse or breath, Still statues left alone to weep, Through restless,...
#household Held inside a cage of ice, Cloak of fog, relentless vice, Leather book within her reach, Zealot parchment, voice to preach.
#augustwriteaday The starchild was in wonderment As she cast an empty stare Down to planet Earth And all that resided there She'd watched us all forever And couldn't quite work out Although a...
This little angel. So solemn and sweet. Praying to her lord. For someone she's yet to meet. Resting high above the birds. But well below the stars. This gaurdian angel. Is never too far.
I am the shadow, hidden from sight,. I am the creature that lurks in the night,. I am always there, no matter what you see,. I am the thing that makes even darkness flee,.
#nightdwellers A heart torn and twisted covered in thorns. Devoid of love and feelings about to be reborn. Rescued from its inky depths no longer in solitude.
Your soul called me today. And told me that your secrets lay. Inside your heart where I can't see. Invisible from the world, so you'll never be free.
Can catch it from the shadows,. Can catch it from the air,. Can catch it from a silver strand of some old lady's hair,. Can catch it just from breathing,. Can catch it with one breath,.
Slowly creeping, Secret keeping. Taking souls, Leaving holes. Leaving pain, For personal gain. A tyrant old, Stories unfold, Beneath the stare, The stony glare, Of Death's dark eyes, You're petrified.
Inspired by @MelchiorJ13. On my right. Death stands. On my left. Every fear I've ever known. I've already died. Faced that fear. I grab Death's hand. And shake it, so bony and fragile. He gives a nod.
The yellow lily of death, glowing in the dark, Sings to lost souls, softly as a spotted lark, Calling them into its silk-crested pool, Where all life's burns can be lain to cool, Restful release of...
Energy around me around me building. Something lingers out there. Spirits rise, a presence stays. Beyond this world is a place which we cannot see.
Tear drops fall (~.
I am vacant. To be vacant from my senses is to wield the blade of my own fate; relentless, it stabs at my longing of your embrace.
So what if there is no fate. Nothing is meant to be, you make your own destiny as you go. Very scary yet empowering.
He is the first light at the end of a tunnel, He is the first tree, He is the first glint of dappled sunlight, He is the first bee buzzing merrily, He is the first dotted, crumpled leaf, He is the...
Your not wise, Your not stupid, Your just a fool starting on your life's journey, There will be fear, There will be bravery, There will be lust, love, hate, good and evil.
Full moon, in the silver night sky. Air silent & dry. Stars, falling, cry. In the horizon, falling stars fly. Glowing lights die, the moon shines bright. Catching eyes, the moon begins to melt.
Singularity - Electricity sparks an idea that becomes a thought, the thought convinced by the idea persuades the eye to see, the eye guides the hand to motion the motion seeks a scribe The scribe...
My presence here is bound by metered time, over in the blink of God's eye. Yet... My spirit's tune is timeless. I can vibrate in sweet transcendent harmony, Receiving what I need.
Shimmering glow as your wax it falls Dancing light show on the walls Lighting the path with your silver glow Showing us the way to go Your life is brief, you burn out fast And unlike us you have no...
(inspired by @littlemissDHP poem Water and @sorkyporky wind poem) Fire burns, Oh so bright, Crackles, spits, In delight, See's all, Been there from the beginning, In myths the forbidden secret, Can...
Incision?. There must be some mistake. "Sephy, I think I'm dead." "Dead. DEAD?. You can't be dead. That means I'm dead. We're not dead.