paper hearts - poem
#2 of poetry collection poem no. 2 paper hearts lead to paper cuts designed to bleed others dry hearts of glass break so easily made to fall apart and cry hearts of glass are so sensitive, gentle while paper hearts are careless, unkind hearts of glass
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#1 of poems a poet i will never be tiz poor and lifeless devoid of perfection pages blank pages upon scribbled i have the pen bleeds my heart but lies pages so many pages blank and arid dry and torn the emptiness it scorns
When in need
Through hardships i've had to live a kind heart is what i chose to keep though i have felt as if drowning deep a warm smile is what i wear so that the burden, you need not bare i will give you help when you need tend the wound and staunch the bleed
End of Time
I'd lie to make you honest, cry for your smile and bleed so you might heal. i'd break to make you whole, fade to ensure you shine and fall so you might soar.
Blood
**blood** cut me open and bleed me out, not some of it, take all of it, it's my gift to you. my heart is open, i put it out for you to see. see it and take it, it's for you from me. a token of the feelings, feelings i can't express.
Succumbing
But then my dark side takes over i sit on my bed and tuck into isolation cry because no one is there i go downstairs and find scissors my arm refuses to bleed i spawn into immense panic attacks i go to bed wishing not to wake up once again succumbing
A redemption of the soul Chapter 2
He walked back to the dragon city, his wings couldn't take his weight and he wanted to make the gash on his leg bleed. he wanted to feel something yet still, the only pain he felt was of abandonment and loneliness.
Before I Decay
All night, until the cold break of dawn, i imagine the window is a picture frame i stare out at the moon, longing to escape into the starry sky this feeling, tearing at me, i can't put it into words, so i cut into my own arm every time i bleed, there
Outcast
Fuck the world it bleeds us dry.
Poem - Suicide
Together they will cry, their hearts will bleed. i had almost hit the bulls-eye, i had almost succeed.
Just a short abstract story
Life sure is amazing nothing more or nothing less the summer breeze invades my fur as i feel its whispers "you're alive" my head keeps banging the idea over and over till i bleed this is not a story or life itself
Ocean Soul
I bleed saltwater for blood, and my hair is a mane of seagrass and algae. as the ocean changes i change. when i am in the cold ocean, i become blubberous like a whale. in the warm waters, i become a rainbow of coral and tropical fish.