Bleeding Poetry

Because blood isn't enough.

It’s nights like this -

All silent and serene,

That my mind shrieks

As I bleed rivers of poetry.

 

Words rip at my wrists

From the inside, outward

Like jagged pieces of a broken mirror,

Shattered by my tortured soprano.

 

Rhymes burn through me,

Acid flowing through my veins

As rhythmic tears stream down

Agony scorched cheeks.

 

Prose propels needle

After toxin tipped needle

Through each and every nerve,

Jolting twinge to each transition.

 

Then… the punctuation clots

With a sudden burst of sympathy,

And as the pain ebbs away

I can relish in numb rapture.

Author's Note

Because this is what happens when I pull an all nighter and am left alone with my thoughts.

Reviews

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

Thank you for being so honest with us as readers about what it means to you to be a poet. Thank you for capturing the true essence of what writing is to you and just how important it is to you and all who come across your words. I think this is a beautiful piece and it leaves an impact quite unlike any other. The word choice is absolutely stunning and the way your voice shines through every word is absolutely stunning. The flow is spot on and the style (as simple as it was) definitely kept the piece in tact. Great job.

phenomenally penned.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you so much for your kind words, I am so glad you came across this one. Writing is truly one of the best outlets I have ever had, and I felt that I had to illustrate this. =)

[Avinash]

A very dark tale of unspeakable pain. But it still carries beauty despite appearing broken. All that is needed it to pull everything together and make it one. Once that happens ..only better things will ensue.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you my friend.

[Rene Salinas]

Interesting and refreshing images. Blood and our insides use as a comparision through metaphors. Unknown to me so is difficult to put myself in your shoes. But as all things bodily go bearable especially for someone like me that faints at the sight of blood. But the feeling of outpouring poetry one that I find exhuberant and fantatstic in ots own right. Unlike Ashira I rather not question the nature although I feel haunted, as if he, as it is a he in my case, resides in my temporal lobe or in the last vertabrae of my spine I couldn't care less yet the rivers of passion and creativity pulsating through the nerves waiting for words of embodiments is a beautiful image to behold.

More kindling to that fire!

Thankyou

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you so much for your insight Rene, it is always wonderful to hear your take on things.

[Mary Bosworth]

You have woven together a beautiful and intriguing piece

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks Mary.

[AprilRN1210]

Different side to your sweet soul ma'am... you do dark pretty darn well, I must say and love some of the metaphors... always such a treat to read your offerings.. This one was powerful and quite affecting... well done Ashira...

[Ashira Macy]

I do get a bit dark sometimes. Thank you so much April, you are so sweet! =)

[Rocans]

hmmm, quite interesting. I like your word choices. You are quite like me if these are the thoughts you harbor at nights. I liked "Rhymes burn through me, Acid flowing through my veins." and "Then… the punctuation clots.." I thought they were apt and extremely poetic. I like this poem, definitely close to my own sensibilities.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you so much Rocans, I am happy you connected.

[Matching Socks]

Pure insanity. :)
The all Nighters are when the stream of consciousness poems flow.
These are for my personal private collection but they're mad genius in my twisted mind.
Love this piece.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you so much Ana, they do get a bit mad sometimes.

[Susan Beth Horvath]

Wonderfully rendered. Your poetry is gently passionate and full of heart. It is a pleasure to read

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you Susan.

[yuki]

this is very nicely done really like this nice one :)

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you dear!

[Ashfallen]

Oh my goodness... as always, I love the way you paint the picture and pull us right into the moment and the feeling WITH you. I relate to so much of this, almost all, except the toxin tipped needle gives me pause. Figurative? Literal? How concerned should we be? :)

"rhythmic tears stream down my agony soaked cheeks" yesssssss, how often I have been right there with you. Especially lately.

You have a GIFT, my friend. I never tire of the labors of your rapture.

[Ashira Macy]

Haha no worries, no real toxin tipped needles or shards of glass for that matter. Thank you so much for your sweet review, I am so glad you liked it!